The closest KOA was twenty minutes in the opposite direction in Claremore. Roger drove the short distance to the KOA and the group prepared the RV for another night of camping. Alan connected his laptop computer to the KOA’s Wi-Fi and made a Skype call to Sarah. Jacob called their mother and sister, who were flying out to the wedding in the next few days. Roger enjoyed listening to his travel companions talk to their family, but was subdued for most of the night.
“What’s up, Roger?” Jacob asked, as he poured them both a whiskey. “You’ve been very quiet all evening and that worries me.”
Roger smiled at his friend, the best friend he’d had in his whole life. “I’ve just been thinking. Never in a million years did I expect to meet someone and feel such a connection.” Roger took a sip of his
