We stood outside in the rain and wind, Butch and I staring at the replaced aluminum doors on the side of his Airstream. It was as if they had never been gone. Butch walked forward the few feet to the two steps leading up. He opened the screen door, and then the main door, neither of which were locked, which surprised me. Had the doors been locked when Herberich and Steed pulled them off? I had no idea. With the doors both open, Butch turned to look back at me. I hadn’t moved.

“You coming in or are you going to simply stand there and get soaked?” he asked.

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