The Open Road Page #5

- Hm-mm.

Huh.

He must get that

from his mother's side.

I remember he used

to talk about you,

you know, back when.

- Really?

- No, good stuff.

Good stuff.

I remember thinking

his voice would always

kind of sound different

whenever he'd say your name.

It always brought

a smile to my face.

How do you mean different?

Oh, you know, like someone

who's happy, I guess.

In love.

Well...

I think I'm gonna go in there

and get some booze,

get drunk.

You want anything?

No, I'm good.

Thank you.

Okay.

Mmn.

I called the school.

They kind of want me

back by tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Hey.

- Look...

- You're welcome.

- I mean it.

- I know.

You didn't have

to do any of this,

but you did

and I'm grateful.

I appreciate it.

Hey, there's something

else I have to tell...

I mean, this whole thing

is so strange, right?

I mean, I look at the guy

and I know he's my father,

but I'm not sure

he even exists anymore.

He's probably been playing

the part for so long,

- the real Kyle's just gone.

- Did you hear what I said?

What?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

No, that should be fine.

I mean, I think we'll make

Memphis tonight.

We'll get you a flight

out in the morning.

I'm serious, Lucy.

I couldn't have

done this without you.

See you later, buddy.

God, what the hell's

he doing now?

- Hey, you okay?

- Yeah.

All right, well,

should probably

get back in the...

right?

Gotta try and make Memphis.

Yeah. Right.

Darlin',

would you mind doing me a favor

and grabbing my bag there?

- I got some pills in there.

- Yeah, sure.

- Would you bring it to me?

- Sure.

Thank you.

- What kind of pills?

- I don't know. Blue ones.

- What are they for?

- Well, let's say they're for my hip,

they're for my leg bone,

my back, some are

for my ankle.

What aren't they for?

You should never

dive head-first, son.

Always slide into the base,

but don't dive.

- Are you gonna be all right?

- Probably.

I can't say the idea

of crawling back

into that oversized Tonka Toy

and speeding through the night

particularly lights

my candle, though.

Well, if we stop now, we're not

gonna make it by Friday, Dad.

We're barely gonna make it

by Thursday as it is now.

We can't stop.

I'm sorry, but we just can't.

Yeah, I'll miss tomorrow night's

practice, but that's it.

Yeah, I'll see you on Friday.

Thanks.

You get through to your mom?

Yup.

And the team.

This whole thing is just...

I don't know about all this.

About what?

The wallet, the hipbone,

the neck... whatever.

This is his thing.

This is what he does.

I told you.

He commits to something

and then the idea

of commitment itself

starts to totally freak him out.

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