Colson and Ellery both have plenty of them.
“Right. So this big gust a wind come up, an course I didn’t slow down none, an it was dark, an I was tired, an I hydroplaned right into the guardrail. If I’d a been in a regular car I woulda be squished inside like a bug, but I was drivin a truck an just got folded up like an accordion.”
“Jesus Ellery. How fast was you goin?”
“I dunno, 80, 90.”
“Miracle yer still alive.”
“Oh yeah, well, Ford used ta make some real sturdy trucks, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, the sigh he made seemed to be not all relief at the massage, but perhaps in part, regret....