41Peg and I both offered to drive Eddie Jr. to the police station, but he insisted on driving himself. He certainly seemed to be fit for the road, in spite of the fact that he’d just found out his father was dead. He didn’t exactly look upbeat, but he wasn’t shaking or crying, either. From what we could see, he was totally keeping it together.
On the outside, that is. I was sure the view from inside was more like the inside of Dad’s house--nothing but wreckage. Everything overturned and torn apart as if by a combination earthquake and windstorm. Fields of devastation kicked up in a fruitless hunt for one irreplaceable thing. Only, in this case, the thing was not a recording.
It was a man.
But we couldn’t stop him from leaving, so we let him go. We moved our cars, and he pulled o
