“That’s a long time to be behind the wheel.”
“I don’t need your sympathy, I need you out so I can get home.”
“Right,” said the man. “Right.” He leaned his head back against the seat and stared at the roof of the car.
When Lyndon glanced over at him, he looked as tired as Lyndon felt.
* * * *
He expected the man to try to talk him out of driving to the hospital at least once more before they arrived, but to Lyndon’s surprise his unwelcome passenger kept silent. He did, however, grow more agitated as they passed into Peoria and made their way downtown, twisting and turning in his seat to look behind them, to the side. He took out his phone and messed around on it, clenched his free hand to a fist and put it on his knee. His knuckles went pale.
The faster Lyndon dropped him off and was
