[The road ahead looked dirt-bleak. Dry, summer at home where the trees hung heavy with the waxy petals of magnolias didn't look the same as this. Felt the same, same wet heat penetrating the car. Jake didn't think much on the future. Didn't think ahead more than a step or two because the future didn't hold a hell of a lot.
He turned his head and he looked at Graham, and he said real simply:] OK.