animal’s roar. The old man grinned.

“It’s going to be a great day!” he shouted.
“A great day.”

Back on the road, I thought, How must it be now, and now, us disappearing? And now, us gone? And now, the road empty. Sun Valley quiet in the sun. What must it be, having us gone?
I had the car up to ninety.
We both yelled like boys.
After that I didn’t know anything.

“By God,” said the old man, toward the end. “You know? I think we’re . . .flying?”

The End