Barbara continued, "I stand on my feet all day and watch cars and trucks go back and forth on that interstate out there. To L.A., from L.A. Do you know we're only a seven hour drive from Hollywood? I made it that close, mister! That close!"
"And the road is still open," he said, drinking the last of his coffee.
Barbara began sobbing again, "What am I supposed to do, mister? What do you do when you have fallen so far that you can't sink any further and you don't have any strength left to pull yourself back up again?"