“That’s not true,” he said, his voice rising. “I can see him plain as day. He’s wearing a red ball cap, overalls, and a plaid shirt.”

I was staring at the seat. When I looked back at the road, there was a truck stopped in front of me. I stood on the brakes hearing them scream in protest but not slowing my truck enough. I knew I was going to hit him. I swung the wheel over as hard as I could, feeling the truck start to tip, then swung back as I slid to a stop on the berm of the road. 

I looked at the truck sitting beside me, breathing hard not only from the accident I’d just avoided but also from the news Carl had given me.

“Ok, Carl,” I said in a lower voice as if I didn&rs...

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