the gravel lane.
He unlatched the heavy cab door, reached across the vinyl bench seat, and pulled his dark brown canvas barn coat off the passenger side hook.
When he pulled the coat back out, his black cell phone slid off the vinyl seat and landed flat on the middle console near the gear shift.
Travis turned his back to the open cab door to pull his arm through the stiff sleeve of his coat, stepping toward the tool chest mounted behind the cab bed.
I stepped down the wooden porch steps to ask if he wanted me to carry his dress shoes out to the back seat.
The truck door remained standing wide open in the driveway, the interior light shining yellow in the grey shade of the late afternoon.
As I reached the rear bumper of the pickup, the cell phone screen on the center console lit up
