Chapter 3…Hard Decision
I asked Pete to stay at our place that night and he seemed glad to. Dad wasn’t there. He and his crew went into a long shift—all night and well into the next day—working on the power unit of the machine.
Pete didn’t want to talk about what had happened and I could see why. With him being a brain, I didn’t suggest going out to get a Coke or a malted or anything like that. I asked if he’d like to play a game of chess and he said he would.
It was a weird game for me because I wasn’t used to silence. I wasn’t even used to chess, for that matter, and after we’d sat there for half an hour I decided to speak my mind.
“Somebody’s got to go after your father,” I said.
Pete sat back and looked at me through those big lenses. “At least we know where he went—to the far end
