_It’s a half hour til dinner, when will you be home?_
_I’ll be late. I still have customers lingering._
_Yeah, I know. Just have to get them out and then I’ll count out and be on my way._
Jane spent four weeks locked in a glass box. Each one of us went to see her. Some of us went a few times. But Jane never looked back through the walls. With her face down in a…
“Stop calling,” he said.
“Come on, let’s get your bags.”
I looked up at the man, my father, who I hadn’t seen in thirteen years. After a brief one-armed hug and nothing more, I was in the car and on the road to the ranch Susan grew up on.