“She sure goes off.”

“A lot.”

“So tomorrow?”

“Yeah! The impairing unveiling. With Grets, it’s imp trailing. Always gunning her motor. Hope I don’t choke her… Buts it’s jest a nether story. Another freakn’ story. Only not like John and Yokahoma Mama’s. Six million plus Dakotas is alls it is. A couple bakers’ dozen Hiroshimas with the fallouts still fallin like stars scarring Alabama, falling down on us, dusting us, caking us, mudding us up for generations to cum upon.”

“She’s strong Abe. More resilient than you think. I know I see it.”