Well, wouldn’t you know it. They said they didn’t want to hear no more stories in the car. The deal is off, and they stuck me in a cell. I’ve had fellers come in and yell at me like they do on TV, and others acting like they maybe could be my best friends if I just give them a chance. They want me to tell them about her. And the others. The ones they know about. I ain’t said a word to none of them. Ain’t said nothing until just now.

Finally one of them got enough brains together to give me back my recorder.

Maybe I’ll talk and maybe I won’t.