"Calm down. I'm not a complete fool. I've got my savings with me and I can work as a farm hand or as a mechanic. I promise you won't starve Rose. As to where we will live, I don't know yet. We can..." He was about to say get a hotel, but that would hardly work. They were not married and it was still 1955, not some distant future where such things would not matter. "We'll work something out. I can sleep in the car and we will get you a room for the night."

Soon they were across the state line, headed into Ohio. The long, flat farming country started up on either side of his car. 

Back in town, Bobby Lee came out of the local bar, smelling like cheap whiskey and cigarettes. He had been drinking and playing poker all morning and now it was time to check on his girl. He jumped into his black car and started off toward the barn where the dance was to be held.