Jack sat down on a chair, looking out over the land, now lit in pretty, soft hues beneath the setting summer sun. It seemed to linger this time of year for hours. He grabbed a case of beer and now drank it liberally in place of dinner. Joey eventually came out, leaning against the porch railing.
“It’s not about you. I don’t want to be a rebel or anything. I just need to do something more, something that I can’t do here. I don’t have the grades for college, and that’s not for me either. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve been drifting for three years. I’ll keep drifting if I don’t leave, and suddenly, I’ll be forty years old, and living with you still, and working the ranch. I need to find my own way.”
“And if you die?”
Joey scoffed. “Jesus, Jack. That’s what has you so upset? Not me lea
