20.

"We're stopping here," said Sam. "I want to buy sunglasses." He and Peg had been driving on the east side of the island for most of an hour. Along
Turpentine Run Road, they had smoked a joint. On Weymouth Rhymer Highway, they watched the sun go down. Just before Sugar Estate Road, Sam had turned
right for no reason. He parked in front of a drug store.
Inside he tried on several pairs of sunglasses, making eyes at himself in the small rectangular mirror on the turnstile display. Peg walked slowly
between the aisles. They met at the counter. Sam was wearing round-rims.
They were very dark. "What do you think?" he asked.
"They're you."
A man was sitting behind the counter watching a small black and white television set. Sam looked at a display of pill bottles on the countertop. "Rooster pills. Now this is a must-buy. 'For that early morning energy boost.' We have got to get these." He took a vial and put it down next
to his sunglasses.
Peg put down a bottle of tanning lotion, a box of Band-Aids, and a home pregnacy test. She was holding a fifty dollar bill.
Outside Sam asked, "That's the hospital, isn't it?"
She looked at a square gray building. "Yeah," she said. "Why?"
"Nothing, that's just a cool mural." He pointed.
Directly across the street a strip of concrete had been painted purple. On it were painted hospital things: vials, a bed, syringes, a bottle with pills, charts, a pair of hands holding a newborn baby.
"Yeah it's nice." She got into his car.
Sam got in, put his keys in the ignition, and turned to Peg. "Hey Blondie. I decided something sort of important while I was driving over to pick you up, after I wrote that letter. Now I don't want you to get a big head about this. But I love you."
She looked at him. She looked at him and smiled. "You're a trip, Sam.
What did I do to deserve you?"
"You were a biker broad in your last life."
"I see." She laughed. "It all makes sense now."
As he drove she watched him, a silouette before the wild amber sunset clouds and sky.