I can sense his deepening frown in my peripheral vision. “I guess.”
“There you go.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense.”
“Shit,” he sighs, slumping in his seat. “You go driving with a loaded pistol at night? This is the big secret? Pretty anticlimactic.”
“I was your age when it started.”
“That’s some epic tale, Dad.”
“That mouth of yours,” I glance his way, giving him a look reserved for few, “can you keep it shut?”
When he remains quiet for several minutes, I pull over and put the car in park. We idle on the side of the road, gazing on at the black outline of the mountains in the night sky. I turn toward him in the seat. “I guess what I’m really asking is, can you keep a secret?”
THE END