The Wake-Up (2007)
“had on the dashboard of his Camaro. He sagged when it was over, his mouth sour. He looked over at Ellis, who was hitting on a pint of Southern Comfort while his knees bounced, racked with the jitters, too. “Told you the batteries were a bad idea.”“Recipe called for batteries,” Ellis said, watching the Westminster dog show on the big screen with the sound off. He sat in the living room of the double-wide trailer, a pasty scarecrow in threadbare cutoffs, scabs crusted across his arms, hair hangin...g down to the middle of his back. The air conditioner rattled in the side window. It was ninety-eight degrees outside, but the heavy-duty conditioner kept things at a frosty sixty-five degrees inside. He was sweating anyway. Ellis was always hot. So was Quentin. Their nerve endings were too close to the surface—that’s what Quentin said. Ellis shifted on the recliner, eyes on the dog show. “Recipe calls for batteries, I add batteries.”“Recipe calls for lithium batteries, not rechargeables,”MoreLess
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