Chapter 19January 1: Ramon
I could get used to this.
Freeway driving in Los Angeles: ten lanes of concrete, impatience, and entitlement. Freeway driving in western North Carolina: four lanes of scenery. Sure, it wouldn’t be like this all the time; there was bound to be a rush hour here, too. But early in the morning on New Year’s Day, I had the road to myself.
Even after leaving the freeway, navigating the small country roads to Angie’s new town, there was hardly any traffic. I found a place to get more coffee, a high-protein breakfast sandwich, and a box of start-the-year-with-sugar. Checked myself out in their restroom mirror, decided that letting the beard grow was a good decision, slicked back my hair with wet hands, and blew out a breath.
I was second-guessing myself again. Landin
