Earl blinked once, slow. “For the bus.”
Caleb didn’t correct him. “Yeah.”
From the aisle near the nails, a man in a camo cap muttered loud enough for the store to hear, “He’s gonna smoke himself out like a ham.”
A couple of laughs followed, quick and sharp.
Caleb didn’t look over. He didn’t roll his eyes or clench his jaw where anyone could see it. He just turned another page in the notebook and pointed at a line.