How well can you really ever know a person? I ask myself this, looking over at Tom. I consider asking his opinion. But I won’t. We’re backing out of the drive, and this could be a mistake. Mom left. Maybe I should have stopped her. Was I wrong to send her on her way? I don’t know. I don’t know much of anything right now. I don’t know where we’re going or how long we’ll be gone. I don’t even know if I have packed the proper attire. I do know it was the first time I’d ever seen my mother look proud of something I accomplished, and even if that something was landing a man, I couldn’t bear to let her down. Sometimes you take what you can get.
Speaking of which, what I didn’t get is a chance to drive my new car. Maybe I should have insisted. But Tom was adamant. Planes don’t wait. Before I kne
