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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
BeyondthatIcouldseetherankofcarsclosesttothemarketfadingintowhiteness.ThatwasallIcouldsee,andItoldhimso.
"ThatblueChevypickupismine,"hesaid.HepointedandIcouldseejustahintofblueinthemist."Butifyouthinkbacktowhenyoupulledinyesterday,you’llrememberthattheparkinglotwasprettyjammed,right?"
IglancedbackatmyScoutandrememberedIhadonlygottenthespaceclosetothemarketbecausesomeoneelsehadbeenpullingout.Inodded.
Millersaid,"Nowcouplesomethingelsewiththatfact,Drayton.Nortonandhisfour...whatdidyoucallthem?"
"Flat-Earthers."
"Yeah,that’sgoodjustwhattheywere.Theygoout,right?Almostthefulllengthofthatclothesline.Thenweheardthoseroaringnoises,liketherewasagoddamherdofelephantsoutthere.Right?"
"Itdidn’tsoundlikeelephants,"Isaid."Itsoundedlike-"Likesomethingfromtheprimordialoozewasthephrasethatcametomind,butIdidn’twanttosaythattoMiller,notafterhehadclappedthatguyOnthebackandtoldhimtogogetacoffee-andlikethecoachjerkingaplayerfromthebiggame.ImighthavesaidittoOllie,butnottoMiller."Idon’tknowwhatitsoundedlike,"Ifinishedlamely.
"Butitsoundedbig."
"Yeah."Ithadsoundedprettygoddambig.
"Sohowcomewedidn’thearcarsgettingbashedaround?Screechingmetal?Breakingglass?"
"Well,because-"Istopped.Hehadme."Idon’tknow."
Millersaid,"Nowaytheywereoutoftheparkinglotwhenwhatever-it-washitthem.I’lltellyouwhatIthink.
