“A bit less than two hours. We’re heading to a crossroads just south of Mason City.”
“You never talk about your hometown.”
“That would be because it’s not actually a town—it’s more like a crossroads. Mason City is too far away to be called my hometown.”
“Actually, you never talk about your home or your family.”
“David,” he said, using thattone, “there’s not a lot to talk about. More to the point, I have virtually no happy memories associated with the place, and therefore, I don’t like talking about it.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Maybe after this trip I can lay some of the ghosts to rest.”