Fuck.
They click off, leaving me momentarily disoriented. I hear a car door open, then a man calls, “Didn’t you see me trying to get your attention back there?”
My hand curls around my cell. “Where, at the light?”
Coming closer, the man grabs my free hand and pulls me into a one-armed hug. “Holy hell, Bobby Jansen all grown up.”
I recognize the voice—not just the words from the bear this afternoon but the voice, it rushes at me from my past and whatever apprehension I had disappears in a surprised laugh. “Fuck, DaveKnarr? That’s not you, is it?”
The arm around my shoulders tightens and Dave laughs. “Who else would it be? And you just blew me off—”
“I thought you were some crazy, road-rage redneck!” I step back but he still holds my hand in his, so I shake it over and over again like a politician.
Dave laughs, a booming sound I remember vividly. “I was! I was all like damn fucker, going so slow. Then I get to the light and I looked over and shit, it’s you!”