"It's fucking cold out," I said, in case Rose didn't know. "Where're you parked?"

Rose pointed with one of her own puffballs that dangled to the bottom of her coat from the knitted owl hat perched on top of her head. "Over there. Where's your coat?"

"I left it next to my toothbrush shank and soap on a rope." I started in the direction of her car because there was some major shrivel action happening.

"Don't joke, SamRam," she called.

"Fine. ...