Duane clenched his jaw tight rather than say a word as Edna
primly folded the map and returned it to the rental car's glove
compartment. A vein in his forehead throbbed in time with
the blink of the left-turn signal, which had been flashing for the
past half hour, unseen. Still the silence stretched between them. 

     They drove slowly past the burning ruins of a gas station, past a
bus stop adorned with colorful bits of charred fabric and hair. The soft
hiss of static on the radio was barely distinguishable from the crackle
of the flames outside. A sudden clatter made Duane jump in alarm, but it
was only Edna fishing a box of Tic Tacs out of her purse.
   
   Able to contain himself no longer, Duane shouted, "Damnit, woman!!!
Say something!!!"

    Edna shook a bit as she turned toward him, and her voice was over-bright 
and brittle as she said, "Well, I told you not to go pressing buttons
in strange automobiles."