You don’t move. The truck comes to a stop. The door opens, and a man gets out. You know it is a man. You know the difference between woman and man. The man is hidden in shadow and a hundred paces away from you, and you cannot see him very well. But, it seems, he can see you.
“Howdy!” the man calls.
You don’t answer. You wait. Maybe he will get back in the truck and they will leave.
The man calls again. “Hello!” Louder, and more articulated than the first time.
You are not sure what your voice sounds like, but you do know that you can speak. You begin to question whether or not you should answer the man, who waits behind the open door of the rumbling truck. Your thoughts of indecision are interrupted by your own voice, answering.
“Hello,” you say.