“Doesn’t know where to find you?”
“No.” Daw dropped down on the sofa. After a long pause, he said, “It was fractured, not broken, so I didn’t go to the emergency room. Not that I would have if it had been broken. I ran, instead.”
“From…your mother?”
Daw shook his head. “Step-mom. She was a raging alcoholic. Of course Pop was no saint when it came down to it, but when hedrank too much he got morose and passed out. She got vicious. When she did it was scary because she was a big woman. Almost bigger than Pop. I was sixteen when it happened.”
When he went quiet, Jon said, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”