Chapter 13
DURING THE DRIVE home to Jacksonville, Noah didn’t know what to think or feel. On the one hand, he was miffed at Tom for refusing to divulge whatever it was that he’d told Grandpa. On the other hand, he was overwhelmed by his grandparents’ generosity, not to mention the thing Tom had said about him always being taken care of as long as Tom drew breath. On yet another hand, he wanted to stand on his own two feet and not be dependent upon anyone. It was a lot to absorb, especially after the emotional roller coaster he’d experienced the previous week. Evidently he was being abnormally quiet, because Tom said, “Penny.”
“My thoughts, such as they are,” he said, “are just about worth what a penny will buy, which is to say very little, these days. I just don’t know what to think.”
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