Setting down his water glass, Mike nodded. “Okay.”
“Since you’ll be leaving soon and likely headin’ across country with all your possessions, we wanted to get you a pickup.”
Mike’s eyes grew wide. “Really?” he gasped.
“Now, we can’t get you a brand new one,” his father began, holding up his hand.
“That’s okay!”
Douglas smiled. “Friends of ours are selling their Chevy 1500. It’s a couple years old, but in great shape with only twenty thousand miles on it. So if you don’t mind parting with your Camry, we’d like to combine graduation, birthday and Christmas into one.”
His thoughts in chaos, Mike stared at his father in disbelief. His parents had always bestowed generous gifts on their children, but never a vehicle. Mary had not received one when she graduated two and a half years ago an
