“Yeah, I know,” Megan says.  “But then again so is just plain living.  We could all get cancer or be in a car wreck or . . . whatever, we could just die.”

Phil cracks open his door, and waits for a semi to whiz on by before exiting.

He walks around and leans back against the hood.  He crosses his arms.  “I’m sorry about your folks,” he says.