Ezoic
At one o’clock, outside Topeka, I said, “I could use a stretch.”
He took the next exit.
We walked around a little park by a lake. We watched a man feed ducks.
At three-thirty, outside Columbia, Missouri, he looked over at me.
“You tired?” he said.
“No,” I said. “Are you?”
He thought about it.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think I’ve been tired for a long time.”
He took the next exit.
We sat in the parking lot of a Casey’s gas station and held hands for half an hour.
He didn’t push.
He stopped every single time.
We got to St. Louis at seven-thirty that night.
Diane was waiting on the front porch of the little brick house in Kirkwood. She saw us pull into the driveway. She ran down the steps and threw her arms around her brother.
Ezoic
“You came,” she said into his shoulder. “You actually came.”
