A car door closed somewhere behind him, and a figure walked
toward him. Suddenly, Lee was standing beside him.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. She lowered herself and
sat next to him. “Where the hell have you been, Lee?”
“In treatment.”
“You could’ve called, at least.”
“Don’t be angry, Adam, please. I need a friend.” She leaned a
head on his shoulder. H er face was sad and hollow.
“I tried to see Sam,” she said. “I drove to Parchman last night.
They said it was too late.”
Adam softened. “He asked about you at the end. He asked me
to tell you he loved you.” She started crying. “He went out with
strength and courage.”