CHAPTER 14
Quail Hollow Inn
Driving home at the end of the long holiday weekend, Nelson sat up straight and burst into conversation on the long stretch on Interstate 70 before Columbus. Priscilla was driving, Nelson was beside her and Liza was stretched out, sleeping already, in the back.
Nelson fully appreciated Priscilla’s willingness to drive him and Liza back home to Prendergast—in his car. She would return Nelson’s car the following Friday and take the Greyhound Bus back to Columbus that Saturday. In that way, she would not miss any time away from her job in the Ohio Senate.
“Gee, Priscilla, it sure feels good to be on our way home.” He smiled that big Nelson smile she had always loved. With his illness fully disclosed, Nelson finally seemed liberated to share everything that had
