Once they’re behind the green beast, crawling at ten miles an hour, he says, “Your parents must’ve been devastated.”
“When Sandy died, they went downhill. Fast. I probably didn’t help either. I started rebelling, just so I could get their attention. I went out to parties and started drinking and even stayed out all night. It didn’t help. They didn’t care what I did. I even came close to flunking out of school. Then, a month ago, they were heading home from playing Bingo when Dad veered off the shoulder a little and struck a deer. They stopped to check it out. That’s when they saw the man’s legs.”
“Holy mackerel. They hit a man?”