it was a warm Los Angeles morning, or maybe it was after- noon, he checked the dashboard clock - it read 11:37 a.m. just as he came. he ran the Caddy up to 80. the asphalt slipped underneath like the graves of the dead. he turned on the dash t.v., then reached for the telephone, then remembered to zip up. Minnie, I love you." "I love you too, Dan," she answered. is that slob with you?" "right beside me. he just caught a mouthful." "oh, Dan, don-t waste it!" he laughed and hung up. they almost hit a nigger in a pickup truck. he wasn-t black at all, he was a nigger, that-s all he was.