Moss set the case in the booth and eased himself in after it. He lifted the menu from the wire rack where it stood along with the mustard and ketchup. She scooted into the booth oposite. He didn't look up. What are you havin, he said.
I don't know. I aint looked at the menu.
He spun the menu around and slid it in front of her and turned and looked for the waitress.
What are you? the girl said.
What am I havin?
No. What are you. Are you a character?
He studied her. The only people I know that know what a character is, he said, is other characters.
I might be a fellow traveler.
Fellow traveler.
Yeah.
Well, you are now.
by Cormac McCarthy
photo by William Eggleston
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