I'll Take You to Savannah

Sylvia smelled like Heather oil. She said she'd heard of the hungry man, but most people were too scared to help her. "I'll be fine on my own for a while," Sylvia says. Take me to Savannah. Leave me near that police station. Drive away. You don't ever have to hear about this again.""You think we're the only lives he's touched? You think you're the only one he's talked to?"