last thing tracy remembers , its after 4am and stacys sawing logs in an easy chair , anthonys twirling a glass of merlot in both hands its what the two of them are reduced to , cracking open a bottle they found in the house after everything else was drained and shes balancing one absently on her thigh as she sort of listens , sort of watching this sordid tale of this tall middle aged scumbag geek with enormous glasses being chased by his car after he runs over some young girl .