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You're not going to get it to start, Hank.

Again, the car engine wobbled, a useless spotter, and then nothing.

I loosen my grip on the keys, my fingers hurt from wrenching them.

I guess you're right.

Maybe a local can help us out.

I took the keys out of the ignition and watch the headlights dim and their

beam retreat from the deserted road.

My wife, Matilda, sighed from the passenger side,

her pregnant belly swelling under the seatbelt.

Summer twilight lingered across the rural expanse in front of us.

The tin roofs of silos glittered in the distance, all at least half a mile away.

Croplands and pastures surrounding them on all sides.

Lightning bugs were starting to flit amongst the tall grass. Croplands and passages surrounding them on all sides.

Lightning bugs were starting to flit amongst the tall grass.

Sitting on the far side of the road behind a fallow field was a matriarchal farmhouse whose windows

shone dimly across the grass.

I pointed to it.

They have the lights on.

Do you think you could walk over there?

We might as well.

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