Late afternoon, Mt. Pocono, PA
Trevor swerves his bike around the last of the potholes, reminding himself yet again to chew out the contractor he hired to smooth out the driveway before winter. As much as he hates to admit it, Trevor can't help but realize that Caleb had a point about not bringing his car up here. As he tries to keep the bike steady while still maintaining more than a walking pace, Trevor reaches behind him, steadying the bags of groceries strapped to the back of his seat.
He has no doubt that Aditsan was telling the truth on the phone, and had been eating well, but the vegetables and soup in the bags couldn't hurt, and Trevor has a feeling that Aditsan will probably enjoy the bag of apples.
Finally able to see the cabin, and the light burning inside, Trevor slows down, finally stopping the bike and getting off to push it the last hundred yards. As he does, he can't help feeling nervous. He hasn't seen Aditsan in over a month, but they've talked at least weekly, and often daily on the phone. As the dusk starts to creep in, Trevor smiles, remembering his abortive attempt to teach Aditsan how to use a phone, and the picture of himself he had finally taped to the phone next to the speed-dial button that would reach his cell-phone.
That reminds me, Trevor thinks to himself, reaching down to turn off his phone.
If the office needs me, they can bugger off, and if Corrine has any more details she wants to tell me before we go evict her mom, she can tell it to my voice-mail.
He has no doubt that Aditsan was telling the truth on the phone, and had been eating well, but the vegetables and soup in the bags couldn't hurt, and Trevor has a feeling that Aditsan will probably enjoy the bag of apples.
Finally able to see the cabin, and the light burning inside, Trevor slows down, finally stopping the bike and getting off to push it the last hundred yards. As he does, he can't help feeling nervous. He hasn't seen Aditsan in over a month, but they've talked at least weekly, and often daily on the phone. As the dusk starts to creep in, Trevor smiles, remembering his abortive attempt to teach Aditsan how to use a phone, and the picture of himself he had finally taped to the phone next to the speed-dial button that would reach his cell-phone.
That reminds me, Trevor thinks to himself, reaching down to turn off his phone.
If the office needs me, they can bugger off, and if Corrine has any more details she wants to tell me before we go evict her mom, she can tell it to my voice-mail.