Chapter 7

So why am I so unsettled?

I gulp the rapidly cooling coffee and scramble out of the house as though my ass is on fire. I can’t stand the silence anymore. A last glimpse at Pippin’s house shows no movement, so I jump in the car, turn on my favorite radio station—minimal talking and lots and lots of rock ‘n’ roll—aim for the closest star, and just drive. With no destination in mind, I crank up the volume, growl along to AC/DC, and empty my mind.

Driving has always been my way of relaxing. I love exploring the area and looking at the trees and fields rushing by outside the window. These days, I keep my eyes open for “For Sale” signs and look at houses or properties I pass by. My savings account contains a pretty penny, and I would be able to buy something immediately if the price was right. But I’m in no hurry. I’d rather wait for the perfect match than rush into something.