Chapter 63 - The Drive Back
Elena drove us south after the visit. She kept the radio low as the green hills gave way to highways and rest stops.
“Was it strange?” she asked.
“More ordinary than I expected.”
Leo had shown me a crooked block tower and asked if it met building regulations. Dorothy had laughed so hard she'd had to sit down. Adrian had watched us from across the room without trying to choreograph the moment.
“I thought I'd see a symbol,” I admitted. “A child with a trust fund, a legal problem with a face. He's just a little boy.”
“And Adrian?”
“He's learning where the crayons go.”
Elena glanced at me. “That isn't the same as a changed man.”
“I know.”
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We stopped for gas near the state line. I bought a paper bag of pretzels and sat on the curb while Elena filled the tank. The air smelled of damp leaves and diesel. My baby moved gently beneath my coat.
No entourage would remember this drive. I hoped someday I would.
