the heating vents in his direction.
âThanks,â Shelton said, and pulled off his helmet.
Zeke Turner had always been a stand-up guy. He would not deny Shelton a ride even if heâd been in prison for ten years. Shelton considered him a friend, or as close as he came to one.
âI thought that was you,â Zeke said. âI couldnât tell exactly through the snow, but then I said, who else could that big motherfucker be out here by the hills but Shelton Potter?â
âI thought the same thing,â Shelton said. âI knew it was you right off, because who else has a pickup that looks like a big ole gay Easter egg.â
âShit,â Zeke said. âYou find an Easter egg that isnât gay, you let me know. Iâd say gay and Easter egg go hand in hand.â
âWhich begs the question,â Shelton said.
âThe purple is to draw your attention to the signage on my side panels. ZEKE TURNER ENTERTAINMENT .â
âOkay,â Shelton said. âWell, that actually does make some sense.â
Shelton remembered then that Zeke was a singer. Or at least he was trying to be. Mostly he worked at the plastics plant, but he had dreams of his own, which would also explain why he was wearing a black cowboy shirt with white piping and sequin swirls stitched into the collar. He had on matching black pants and snakeskin boots. He wore a straight-banged black wig that sat on his head like an inverted bowl.
âYou ainât wearing a coat?â Shelton said.
âCanât crease the shirt,â Zeke said.
âYou got a show then?â
âRock and roll,â Zeke said.
âWhere at?â
âAll the way to the Sault.â
âEven in this storm?â
âSlot machines are inside,â Zeke said. âIâm playing the brunch buffet.â
âYou look like Elvis,â Shelton said. âBut I know you ainât.â
âRoy Orbison,â he said.
âThatâs right,â Shelton said. âIâm sorry.â
Zeke waved him off.
âI get it all the time,â he said.
They drove into the flurries and the freshly dropped sky. There wasnât another car on the road.
âIt wasnât snowing,â Shelton said. âAnd then, boom!â
âI saw two flakes come down all innocent, and then the fucker just opened right up,â said Zeke. âItâs like the planet Hoth out here.â
âWell, I appreciate you stopping,â Shelton said. âAnd I got a little doober for your trouble, if youâre interested.â
âI would say Iâm keenly interested,â said Zeke.
Shelton lit the joint and passed it to Zeke first. Zeke had a toke and passed it back. They smoked the joint quietly, deliberately. Shelton looked at Zeke and tried to decide if he was wearing makeup. He thought he might be. He thought it was strange for a man to put on makeup, but supposed things were different in the entertainment industry. He pinched the joint off at the roach and dropped it in the console.
âFor after the show,â he said.
âYouâre all right, Potter,â said Zeke. âAnd Iâve never said otherwise.â
âThis is pretty good pot,â Shelton said. âItâs decent anyways.â
âIâm going to crack the window a smidge,â said Zeke. âBut only because I canât tell the smoke from the snow.â
âIf you donât mind,â Shelton said. âI could use a ride home.â
âSure,â Zeke said. âWhat happened that youâre out walking in this mess anyway?â
âMy sled run out of gas.â
âThat sucks,â said Zeke.
Shelton shrugged.
âYou know you could come up to the casino if you wanted,â Zeke said. âSometimes thereâs some women to be had. Divorcées mostly. If not, I know some of the waitresses. We could get a room and see if we canât make a day of it. People