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“I'm about to walk out when I notice something on Jay's pillow. A piece of paper, folded in half. My name is written on the outside in Jay's handwriting, the letters shaky and uneven like he wrote it with his wrong hand. I pick it up with trembling fingers and unfold it carefully, and inside there are just a few lines. I meant every word. I will find you. Don't give up on me.
Remember my name. — J Something breaks inside me when I read those words. Something that was already cracked splits completely open, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out loud, from sobbing right here in front of the police officer who's waiting by the door.”
― Remember My Name
Remember my name. — J Something breaks inside me when I read those words. Something that was already cracked splits completely open, and I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out loud, from sobbing right here in front of the police officer who's waiting by the door.”
― Remember My Name
“The first people show up half an hour later. A two-man power crew working on the lines a quarter mile up the road. They come walking up the beach road, hard hats on, tool belts heavy, and they stop when they see the grill and the smoke and me standing in the parking lot with tongs in one hand and a spatula in the other. "Is that what I think it is?" one of them calls out. "You cooking out?" "Depends on what you think it is. If you think it's free barbecue, you're right. If you think it's a mirage caused by heat exhaustion, you're also right but come on and eat anyway. Welcome to Big Tex's Roadhouse, hurricane edition. We're open. We're free. The ambiance is 'apocalyptic parking lot' and the dress code is 'whatever survived.' Our Yelp rating is currently unavailable because the internet doesn't exist anymore, but I promise you four stars minimum.”
― Stormy
― Stormy
“An elderly man sits down on an overturned bucket near the serving table and doesn't say anything, just sits, and Stormy brings him a plate without being asked and sets it in front of him and says, "Ribs are the best thing on the menu. Don't tell Tex I said that, he thinks it's the burgers." I hear him say that and I almost drop the tongs into the fire. Not because of what he said about the ribs. Because he made a joke. To a stranger. Unprompted. A joke that included my name spoken with the familiarity of someone who belongs here. God, that lights up my big old heart.”
― Stormy
― Stormy
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