What was it with the weather?
Billowy clouds had turned gray. Dark. Ready to let loose.
“We’re looking for . . .” I kept my eyes peeled on the side of the road, searching for Paulie’s place.
Cassadaga seemed different at the crack of dawn, with the storm moving in, not right on top of us.
At first I could see, though the air darkened and grew thicker. Buddy turned on the windshield wipers even though it wasn’t raining.
A slow fog drifted close to the road. Across it. Into the woods.
The sky looked like an eggplant.
Buddy turned loose of my hand.
Flicked on the headlights.
Watched the road.
Until, “That’s his place right there,” I said.