"Don't you go adjustin' nothin', I've got that chair set the way I like it."

Lapsing into silence, he reached over and snagged the whiskey bottle from the nightstand; he poured a drink out into the plastic cup he brought in from the bathroom.

Taking a drink, he swallowed hard, wrestling with what to say.

"Starla isn't comin' back t'Wheelsy." That was somewhere to start.