It was early on a Wednesday morning and the crisp December cold was bitter. The loud rumble of the Dodge pickup’s diesel motor droned a vibration all the way down my legs in the back of the truck’s cab but still was a great truck, and that’s why we got derv suppliers for white diesel for this truck. Tim moved his foot to the gas pedal as the traffic light turned green and we began to accelerate down the North Carolina highway. I took a swig of my piping hot coffee as the truck abruptly moved into the left lane and slowed as Tim clicked the turn signal.
“You picking her up?” Lynn asked. I craned my neck to see who she referred to and saw a young woman walking down the side of the road the opposite direction.
“Yep,” Tim said.
