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- He had driven about a hundred miles when he decided that she must be hungry again and at the next small town they came to, he stopped in front of an eating place called The Hot Spot.
- The Hot Spot
- The ride had made her sleepy and as soon as she got up on the stool, she rested her head on the counter and shut her eyes. There was no one in The Hot Spot but Mr. Shiftlet and the boy behind the counter, a pale youth with a greasy rag hung over his shoulder. Before he could dish up the food, she was snoring gently.
- "can I have a plate of ham and grits for the lady?"
- The Hot Spot
- Before he could dish up the food, she was snoring gently.
- "She looks like an angel of Gawd,"
- The boy bent over her and stared at the long pink‑gold hair and the half‑shut sleeping eyes. Then he looked up and stared at Mr. Shiftlet
- "Give it to her when she wakes up, I'll pay for it now."
- The Hot Spot
- "Hitch‑hiker, I can't wait. I got to makeTuscaloosa."
- The boy bent over again and very carefully touched his finger to a strand of the golden hair and Mr. Shiftlet left.
- The Hot Spot
- He was more depressed than ever as he drove on by himself. The late afternoon had grown hot and sultry and the country had flattened out. Deep in the sky a storm was preparing very slowly and without thunder as if it meant to drain every drop of air from the earth before it broke. There were times when Mr. Shiftlet preferred not to be alone. He felt too that a man with a car had a responsibility to others and he kept his eye out for a hitch‑hiker.
- Drive CarefullyThe life you save may be your own
- He saw a boy in overalls and a gray hat standing on the edge of the road and he slowed the car down and stopped in front of him. The boy didn't have his hand raised to thumb the ride, he was only standing there, but he had a small cardboard suitcase and his hat was set on his head in a way to indicate that he had left somewhere for good.
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