I call a cab in the morning. It’s going to take a while to get here. Jackson suggests we head across the street to a diner. He orders a large breakfast and coffee. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep any food down, so I take long drags on my cigarette while he eats.
We don’t say much to each other during the meal. I’m sure he has questions, but he really doesn’t need the answers. I see the cab pull up outside waiting for me.
“Hey Jackson, can I get your number in case we need to talk about anything?”
He looks for some paper, settles on the menu.
“Look Jackson…. Thanks.” I wish I had something more to say, but were strangers in a diner and I’m so tired. “I mean really.” Jackson nods acceptance, but still doesn’t speak.
I leave money on the table for Jackson’s food. It is the least I could do. He doesn’t say goodbye, just watches me go. I exit the diner, and head for the cab. I’ve got to get out of this town.