72: getting ready to leave
Dan, of course, thought we were both crazy. And he raised doubts about traveling east together hitchhiking. “Nobody’ll pick up the three of us, or at least not many would,” he said. “We can take a bus,” Louise suggested. “I don’t like that idea either,” Dan said. “You mean because Billy might be watching the bus depot?” I asked. “That and the cops,” Dan said. “The heat is on. And the fuzz will be hassling any freak that tries to come or go by public transportation. They’re even hounding people on local buses.” Louise, standing near the counter between the kitchen and the area with our large throw pillows and low table, took on a dour expression, her hopeful glow that had been in her eyes earlier, faded into disappointment. “What other options do we have?” I asked. “We could borrow a car,” Dan said. “Provided anybody would trust us not to get busted with it.” “Do we know anybody like that?” Louise asked, a slightly more hopeful note in her voice. “Not...