David touched my arm. "What the hell – "

I picked up the set of keys. "Granddaddy's car," I said softly. "It's been gathering dust since he quit driving."

"I guess you got you a ride then." There was something wistful in David's voice.

I wiped my eyes and turned towards him. "Come with me."

David squinted up at the sky. "I can't. Not now."

"Please?"

David sighed. "This is my place just like the world is yours. I don't get why God made me that way, but He did." A cloud drifted past, fat and white and full of rain. "Come on. Let's go see your car."

My legs were stiff, I let David pull me up. I squeezed his hand, then dropped it.

We walked around the house for the last time, then went into the garage to dust off the car.