Ezoic
Mark said he’d come.
He said it right away. On the phone. Without hesitating.
And then for three weeks, he found reasons not to.
Work. A conference. The car needed new tires. The weather didn’t look good.
Ezoic
Finally, Diane called me.
“Viv,” she said. “Please. Get him in the car.”
So I got him in the car.
And now here we were. Eleven hours into it. Somewhere in the dark middle of Kansas.
And Mark wouldn’t stop.
I understood why. I’d figured it out somewhere around Hays.
As long as he was driving, he didn’t have to arrive.
Ezoic
As long as he was driving, his mother still knew his name.
Finally, just outside a little town in Kansas, we saw a motel sign.
It came up out of the dark on the right side of the highway. Tall and old-fashioned. A faded blue neon arrow pointing toward an exit.
