"Long night?"
"Yes." It hurt to think about it. He was still disoriented. The diner had appeared in the night like a miracle. "We all got troubles, I guess," he said to break the silence.
"What's her name?"
"Heidi," he said, surprised. The name tore through him.
"Heidi, huh." The waitress took a drag from her cigarette. "You're a good looking guy. She good looking?"
He could have said, not like you, but he didn't have it in him. He nodded.
"It's hard sometimes," she said. "I don't mean to be telling you what to do, but you might feel better if you cleaned up a little, got those pieces of leaf or whatever out of your hair." Will reached up and felt the back of his head.
"I slept in the woods a couple of hours."
"You look it. Your mother'd give you hell."
"Don't have a mother."