Finally breaking the
stillness, Wayne leaned over to my side of the car and reached for the glove
compartment. Unlatching the door, he placed his hand inside and pulled out a
revolver. I sat perfectly still, trying not to act startled. As he started to
talk, he turned the gun over and over in his hands. His voice was sarcastic as
usual, but this time there was an unmistakable edge of depression in it - an
unmistakable edge of hopelessness.I remained calm and began
to talk slowly and steadily...