CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Take Mother to the Coliseum? Maybe she really would enjoy it. Or maybe it would be too much for her, bring on an episode of confusion or worse. There was still time, the opening-night tickets were for a week from Friday. He decided to say nothing to her, bide his time. He left the cardboard box in the trunk of the Hyundai. The tickets and press kit and tee shirt and the Leslie Gore baseball cap could just sit there until Lindsey decided what to do.
He put in routine days at International Surety, routine evenings with Mother watching movies on cable or on tape. One of the nostalgia channels was running a teenage auto-racer retrospective and Lindsey sat through Hot Rod Rumble, Rebel of the Road, 52 Miles to Midnight, and Hot Car Girl. The retrospective topped out with the i
