“Where you headed, partner?”
“Danville. As close as I can get.”
“Hop on in, then. Little out my way. I cut over to Buford, but I’ll get you closer than you was.”
“’Preciate it,” answered Milkman. He loved the car seat, loved it. And sank his weary back into its nylon and sighed.
“Good cut of suit,” the man said. “I guess you ain’t from here’ bouts.”