Troy and Carl loaded up their Corvette and drove off. “I really like them,” Jennalee told Harley.
“Me, too.”
Garth and his father now had tools and bits of motorcycle spread on the ground, drawing frowns from departing Sutherlands. Lizann had deserted them to move among the throngs, saying goodbye, offering hugs. “Your mom is like the go-between, isn’t she?” Jennalee said to Harley.
“I think of her as the ambassador to reality. She can schmooze when she wants to, tell them to kiss off if they annoy her too much.”
Jennalee thought on this as they watched Kyle Sutherland talk to Lizann. Harley was the same way, able to cross lines if he chose, retreat if he preferred. He was an ambassador, too, she decided. Was that what he’d brought her? Reality?