Chapter 5Paul stuck his hand out the car window, his palm surfing the air currents. He hummed along with the radio. Rather than the old, rusted pickup parked outside the office, Kevin had led him to a small convertible that tore down the road without hesitation. After his adventures climbing in and out of his grandfather’s RV, Paul enjoyed seating himself with minimal effort and plenty of room for his leg.
“This is terrific,” he said. He looked over at Kevin, admiring how the wind whipped the dark curls off his face. “Doesn’t feel like December.”
“Your grandfather says you’re from Michigan.” Kevin shuddered in obvious mock dismay. “Are you a fan of the snow?”
“I am,” Paul replied without hesitation. “Especially this time of year. I’ll miss the usual Christmas traditions.”
“We have trad
