“You sure you’re up to it? I could drop you off, then go back out.”
Joe raised his eyebrows. Ed sighed. Joe’s color seemed normal.
“Sorry,” Ed muttered.
“I’m sore, but this won’t be any more strenuous than sitting in the sheriff’s office, or hanging out at home.”
Ed put the truck into gear and headed out of town. “I wish I’d thought to pick some flowers before we left this morning.”
“We’ll be back. We’ll need to get one of those vase things that stick in the ground anyway.”
“I guess.”