He makes a buy.
A half ounce. And he says,
I’ll be calling for more.
Perfect
I made a nice little profit,
plan to make a bigger
profit at my next stop.
Brendan and I hook
up around back
at the Sev.
Can’t do
the deal here.
Get in, he says, but
I insist “No, we’ll take
my car.” It’s bigger. Safer.
And, behind the wheel, I’ve got
the power. We drive in silence
a mile or so up Virginia Grade.
Despite being gravel,
the road is icy, the
shoulders piled
with snow.
It will be
tough to turn
around, so I keep
driving until I find a place
where I can do that. I want to
be parked in the direction of quick
escape. Just in case. Finally Brendan
says, I was surprised you called.