Jessie glances into the rearview mirror as if to make sure the paper’s safe and says again, softly, “No one told me, Mike. It isMichael, right? Laura’s boy?” When I nod, she asks, “How’s she doing, anyway?”
I force a laugh. “You picked the wrong son to kidnap if you want the inside scoop on my mom,” I tell her.
“I didn’t kidnap you,” she points out. I can feel her looking at me so I keep my face turned studiously away, my gaze on the houses we drive by. “You got in the car willingly enough. I’m just giving you a ride back to the house, that’s all. Nothing to get excited about.”