Plus, trying to have a kid sounded like more fun than waiting for it to happen.
He was thinking about all this when he drove into Desperation and parked in front of LuAnne’s Pizza & Beer. Amy had been feeling under the weather and was taking a nap, but she’d insisted they not cancel pizza night. Gordo was pretty sure Amy knew how much he depended on the excuse to head into town and have a beer or two while he was waiting for LuAnne’s hairy-knuckled husband to make their pizza. He supposed he could have just gone to one of the bars instead, but he was afraid that option sounded too appealing. There were maybe forty or fifty couples and families like him and Amy, who’d come out here because they were expecting things to go to shit at any moment, regular folk who were just realistic about the state of the world, but there were also a lot of single men who were off their rockers, who thought the government was out to get them, or who claimed they’d been probed by aliens, and those were the ones who hung out in the bars. Them and the bikers. For some reason that Gordo had never figured out, Desperation was a regular stop on the motorcycle circuit, and there were always bunches of bikes parked in front of the bars. There was some sort of pattern, understood rules about which bikers went where, but Gordo had never bothered trying to figure it out. Motorcycles seemed dangerous to him. Nope, give him a good, solid truck any day of the week and he’d be happy.