He slept.
He reached New Texas City at midnight.
He halted before the Deluxe Beauty Salon, yelling.
He expected her to rush out, all perfume, all laughter.
Nothing happened.
"She‘s asleep." He walked to the door. "Here I am!" he called. "Hello, Genevieve!"
The town lay in double moonlit silence. Somewhere a wind flapped a canvas awning.
He swung the glass door wide and stepped in.
"Hey!" He laughed uneasily. "Don‘t hide! I know you ‘re here!"
He searched every booth.
He found a tiny handkerchief on the floor. It smelled so good he almost lost his balance. "Genevieve," he said.
He drove the car through the empty streets but saw nothing. "If this is a practical joke ..."
He slowed the car. “Wait a minute. We were cut off Maybe she drove to Marlin Village while I was driving here! She probably took the old Sea Road. We missed each other during the day. How‘d she know I’d come get her? I didn‘t say I would. And she was so afraid when the phone died that she rushed to Marlin Village to find me! And here I am, by God, what a fool I am!”
Giving the horn a blow, he shot out of town.
He drove all night. He thought, What if she isn‘t in Marlin Village waiting, when I arrive?
He wouldn‘t think of that. She must be there. And he would run up and hold her and perhaps even kiss her, once, on the lips.