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Chapter 22

Bevan sat beside him, resting his hand on Michael’s lap. Brenda was fast asleep in the back seat and Rosemary was staring dreamily out of the window at the passing countryside. He was reminded of his childhood when his father would drive them to whatever vacation destination they had chosen for that year. His mother would be in the seat next to her husband, resting her hand on his lap, and Michael and Rebecca would be in the back seat, reading comics, playing with toys, arguing, or sleeping. At those times he used to think of his father as a silent presence of authority, in charge of the very important task of the safe delivery of his family to their journey’s end. That was how Michael felt.