DROP SIXTY-TWO
Hector crossed the street and got back inside his truck. He gripped the steering wheel and turned the ignition on. It was one of the old ones that needed you to press a button. He liked retro stuff like that.
“Are we leaving?” Patty said flatly.
“Yes,” he said, not looking back.
Tony stayed out of this argument, sitting quietly in the passenger side.
“Okay,” she said in the same flat tone. He could feel her eyes boring into his back.
He sighed, then pressed the button again and the engine turned off.
He hit his forehead on the steering wheel, attenuating each syllable. “What the f**k do you expect me to do?”
“Nothing.”
“This isn’t my world. I’m not a part of these f*****g people with their business smiles and their disgusting vices. I’m just a guy who likes to make
