“Sure am.” He turned the key and it started for the second time. Bradley put the truck in reverse and backed out of the driveway, then pulled at the gearshift and slid the old Ford into drive. With a slow go, he pushed the accelerator and the green, long bed truck, purred along the two-lane street. “It needs a new set of tires.”
“Yeah, it’s bumpy. When we get to mom’s room, I’ll price some on Google.” He hoped the truck would help Bradley want to make the move. “The truck has got to make it to Camden.”
“Oh, that’s right.” A weird frown surfaced on Bradley’s face.
When they entered their mother’s room, the doctor they’d seen earlier was with her. “Hey, Dr. Hudson,” Bradley shook his hand.
“Can I talk with you about transporting my mother to Camden?” Ben stepped closer.
“Uh, sure.” The
