not a word of her was mentioned on that drive…just silence….riding past old highway signs…diners…roadside bars…just quiet….

sometimes the old man would start to say somethin’….he’d rub his wrinkled forehead…red from the sun and age…then place his hand back on the wheel…

hours of drivin’ ’round….getting lost…being found…no cell signals….no radio stations….

I let him do all the drivin’…. wondered what was goin’ on inside his head….didn’t ask…just let him drive….