Chapter Forty-Nine
Marvin didn't speak on the drive back to Halifax. Again, his hands were clasped tightly to the door and armrest. As they crossed the bridge, Lincoln looked over. “Where am I taking you?”
Marvin stared straight ahead.
“Marvin, I—”
“Where do you live?”
“Brunswick.”
“Brunswick's fine.”
“I can take you any—”
“Brunswick's perfect.”
Lincoln turned onto Gottingen Street without another word. On Brunswick, he looped his truck around to park in front of his house. Marvin's hands settled on his lap. He looked over. “I lost my head a little there. It happens.” He looked down. “Sometimes.”
Lincoln pushed out a smile. It wavered.
“I wasn't always like this. I used to be ... okay, you know?”
“I'm sure—”
“I was a school teacher. History.”
“Oh yeah?”
Marvin nodded. “My wi
