Those Suitcases, Bud, He Said, and He Shook His Head.

Buddy watched from the shade as the pleasantness fell off the driver's face. The driver threw the pick up into reverse and drove away far too fast. Jonie smiled to herself then, but every time the boy stole a glance at her, she put a sad look on her face. Buddy looked at himself in the mirror behind the syrups. He liked his dark hair, dark eyes, but he did not like the dust that was in his hair.