Interstate 60 Page #2

Fact is, I enjoy drawing her.

But, am I...

Am I any good at this Sally?

'cause today is the deadline of the Conrad Competition.

Should I even enter these?

Don't ask me Neal.

I don't want to be judgmental.

But I do know, that just because you enjoy doing something,

doesn't necessarily mean that you should make it your career.

Here,

No worries.

As I said it all started on my 22nd birthday.

Specifically here.

At my traditional birthday lunch.

As always, my father had picked the restaurant.

Attending with the usual suspects.

Sally, who my parents actually liked

maybe even more than I did.

My dad. Daniel.

Attorney at law.

My mom Marlene.

The attorneys wife.

And my sister

and best friend Nancy.

Put on earth by the grace of God,

to keep me from going insane.

So what did you wish for?

Please tell me that it was something about us.

I'm guessing...

He wished to go skydiving again.

God forbid.

Oh no, no. Neal you didn't.

Why, if I tell her, it won't come true.

Actually that's an old wives' tale.

The truth is, you should always tell your wish.

Kinda Carma thing.

Put it out there, project it.

Then it just might come true.

Never heard that before.

Oh, it's true.

Believe me.

I know.

I'll cut this for you.

OK, so now you have to tell us.

Yeah, come on, tell us Neilo.

I wished for...

an answer.

An answer, OK

an answer to what?

An answer to my life.

Here it is.

Happy birthday son.

Your admission to the Bradford Law Fellowship.

Just do the interview next month, on October 15th,

and you're in.

It's all arranged.

By me.

And you can take that to the bank.

Dad, I told you,

I wasn't sure yet.

Well, I can be sure for the both of us.

Last candle gone.

Take it with you.

That is, if you want your wish granted.

Thanks.

Oh, cool.

That's my colour too. Thank you.

Sable brushes.

Nance.

You are the best Nance.

You are welcome.

As for last.

Happy birthday son.

Isn't it perfect?

Fire engine red.

You have no idea,

how hard it was to find a red convertible in this town.

Fuel injected. 160 horses.

Car phone.

Yeah, I even got you special plates.

Oh boy, I would have killed for a car like this,

when I was your age.

Aw, you know I thought it was high time for an image change,

and what better way to start.

Now, you see, the engine is a 2.5 litre dual overhead cam, inline...

As usual, it was all about him.

His idea of cool.

Red was his colour. Not mine.

It was his pet phrase on the licence plate.

Clearly he was expecting me to become him.

Well? Isn't it the best present,

you could ever get?

It's awesome. Come on Neal, take me for a ride.

Well, son...

Neal!

Oh my God!

Son!.

Somebody call 911.

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