Johnny is a fool’s errand. She knows he is. She knows he’s an excuse more than a reason when she sells the house, quits her job, and reduces her belongings to what can fit in the back of her 1967 Thunderbird. But letting go of dreams isn’t easy; it’s even harder, she thinks, after they capture your heart a second time.
Really, in a way, she’d like to damn him to hell for the fact that he’s made those castles in the air materialize all over again, after so many years of being a practical woman. But she doesn’t. She looks for him, and she looks for him, and she looks for him. And she finds him in a place that seems to be a dream, a fantasy. But it’s not. Neither is Johnny.
They’re both very real, and not entirely what Abby expects.