Chapter 15

“Do you keep track still?” I asked. “Is that an insensitive question?”

“No. It’s fine.” He touched my hand as it rested on the steering wheel even though we were still. “Basically, I’m glad we came to the realization we did before the wedding. It would have been even uglier if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah.”

“I do miss what could have been…a home, a family. I guess I’m an old soul. In Africa, one of the men there called me that. So many years ago now, but in a way, time just went by like that.” Major snapped his fingers. “He was in his nineties and said something like, ‘I see a lot of people from your part of the world. Men and women. Generations younger than myself. Some act it, and some do not. You have the wisdom and mindfulness, the gentility and caring of someone much older.’”

“Dude…”

“Right? That’s a lot to live up to.”

“You’re doing it. You’re full of smarts and humanity.”

Major twisted his lip like Elvis. “I think Adisa said it better.”