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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
Ithinkwedidn’thearanycarsgettingaroundbecausealotofthemmightbegone,just...gone.Fallenintotheearth,vaporized,younameit.Strongenoughtosplinterthesebeamsandtwistthemoutofshapeandknockstuffofftheshelves.Andthetownwhistlestoppedatthesametime."
Iwastryingtovisualizehalftheparkinglotgone.Tryingtovisualizewalkingoutthereandjustcomingtoabrand-newdropinthelandwherethehottopwithitsneatyellow-linedparkingslotsleftoff.Adrop,aslope...ormaybeanout-and-outprecipicefallingawayintothefeaturelesswhitemist...
AfteracoupleofsecondsIsaid,"Ifyou’reright,howfardoyouthinkyou’regoingtogetinyourpickup?"
"Iwasn’tthinkingofmytruck.Iwasthinkingofyourfour-wheel-drive."
Thatwassomethingtochewover,butnotnow."Whatelseisonyourmind?"
Millerwaseagertogoon."Thepharmacynextdoor,that’sonmymind.Whataboutthat?"
IopenedmymouthtosayIdidn’thavetheslightestideawhathewastalkingabout,andthenshutitwithasnap.TheBridgtonPharmacyhadbeendoingbusinesswhenwedroveinyesterday.Notthelaundromat,butthedrugstorehadbeenwideopen,thedoorschockedwithrubberdoorstopstoletinalittlecoolair-thepoweroutagehadkilledtheirairconditioning,ofcourse.ThedoortothepharmacycouldbenomorethantwentyfeetfromthedoortotheFederalmarket.Sowhy
"Whyhaven’tanyofthosepeopleturnedupoverhere?"Milleraskedforme."It’sbeeneighteenhours.
