You try counting the days, but there's no way to keep count, not in the blackness, not in the silence. There's no way to count anything, to do anything anymore, except to rest, sleep and let the blackness come.
Gas prices had been dropping daily due to the worldwide market crash, but for the people in south Texas, financial devastation was already old news. Was she worried about the election? No comment was offered--just a quizzical look.