Once out the door, Pete said goodbye to his old man and walked toward the car. Bill was standing on the passenger side with his rod and tackle box in hand. Unlocking the car as he walked, Pete grinned and Bill opened the door and placed the gear on the back seat.
"we have to stop at one arm Johns for some squid"
"for sure, he might know where they're running anyhow. "
They got in the car and took off silently with the battery of the Toyota Prius doing most of the work.
Pete took off his coat as he drove and asked
"Hows the wife?"
"I don't know... crazy"
"same as usual?"
"I guess"
Pete was used to this situation and he remembered the winter before last. All of the emotion and dramatic violence seemed insane and he could hardly understand it. Still, he couldn't help but be intrigued by people like this. Complete disregard for consequence was not in his nature at all. He thought he was probably drawn to these people because they were in fact so different from himself and he felt like he could learn something from them once he understood.
Bill asked if they could stop at the convenience store on Main Street for cigarettes and they both went inside.
