Chapter 9
Joe and Danny were eating breakfast a bit late, but then again after what went on the night before who could blame them. They had eggs and toast. Danny loved eggs. Unfortunately, you could only make him so many, because he would eat the whole carton if you let him. Joseph sipped his coffee, then Danny seeing him did the same. “Danny, I want you to know you're a good brother, okay?”
Danny finished his eggs and ate the last piece of toast. “I feel bad, a bad brother, Joe Joe. I ain't too smart and take up all your time. I never let you have any fun.”
Joe laughed warmly. “No, Danny were a family. Who says what is normal, what is the best way to be? We live in a trailer, so what. Why, because Daddy wasn't there? We have a mother who takes medicine, so, you know how many people do? She got cancer; you know how many people do?”
Danny looked down for a moment. “They don't have brothers like me, you know...special.”
Joseph sighed and thought for a moment, “It must be hard for him sometimes.” He never really thought about it from the other end of life. “You know Danny, we all have our limitations. If it's not one thing, it's another. You just don't hear about it much because people don't talk about it as an everyday type casual thing, they hide it.”
Danny finished his coffee. “What do you mean, Joe Joe?”
“Well, when I first meet someone she doesn't say to me, ‘Hi, I am Jane Doe, nice to meet you. I have high cholesterol and my mother is a diabetic.’ and I don't say, ‘Nice to meet you Jane, I am Joe and I have arthritis in my knee, because I chipped it years ago and heart disease runs in my family.’”
Danny seemed surprised. “Does it?”
Joe fiddled with his cup. “No, Danny, we don't have heart disease in our family, I guess cancer...but look, we live in stained glass houses. They look great. We all look great until you get in and sit down. Once you sit down you realize the floor boards are rotting, there is no heat in winter and the carpet has tape on it to keep it together.”
Danny was trying to absorb as much of it as he could. “Ah, okay. You mean people seem better than they are for real?”
Joe nodded. “Yes, but you my friends are who you are, what you seem to be is what you really are. If that makes sense?”
Danny smiled. “That's good Joe, Joe right?”
“Oh, yeah Danny, you bet it is,” Just then the house phone rang. Joe reached over to the kitchen wall and picked it up, “Hello?” then, “Yes, this is Joseph Cruse,” then closing his eyes, “Okay.” He hung up the phone and looked sadly at his brother. “Listen, I need to go and see Mama…She is going, Danny.”
Danny turned away. “Oh.”
“Do you want to go with me?”
Danny turned back to his brother. “I…I never seen anyone pass before, Joe Joe, let alone Mama.”
“Do you want to go with me to see her?”
Danny gave a far away look, out to a place only he knew and then returned looking into his brother's eyes, scrunching his face. “No, Joe Joe. I need to be alone. I will see her pretty-ed up the way she always used to be at the wake.”
Joseph nodded his head, gave Danny some cash to get something to eat at Groos if he got hungry, grabbed his keys and headed out to his car. He thought about what Danny had said, although he could force his brother to go, the shock could be too much for him. Sometimes, Danny amazed him; sometimes he thought Danny was the smartest person he ever met.
Tonya got in her car. She locked her doors and put the key in the ignition. She started the car and pulled out her phone. Her palms were sweaty and she was worried. She wiped her hands on her jeans and gave Susan a call. “Susan?”
Susan answered. “Tonya, I thought you didn't want to talk to me?”
Tonya pulled out of the precinct parking lot. “I know…listen, things are going down quick. We can meet at the pool hall and find a way out of this.”
“Okay.”
“Meet me there around six okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
Tonya set the phone down and drove off to her apartment to wait for a while before heading back out. “Well,” she thought to herself, “I could always go back down to South Carolina.”
Danny left all alone to himself, just sat there on the couch looking at the television, which wasn't turned on this time. He did not want to watch any sports. He did not feel like doing much of anything. What Danny wanted was his mother home, but she would never be coming home. Danny remembered when he was a child; his mother was so strong then. They used to have to walk for a lot of their food, but she always used to buy a box of doughnuts and milk along the way and share them with both Danny and Joseph. She used to say to them when they were kids, “Someday you two will have just each other, that is why I had you both.” Now it seems that it was going to come true.
Danny thought about the kids that used to pick on him in school, told him he was dumb and had a welfare mom. They didn't seem to realize it was the heart that mattered and when a father who made very good money left, what was a mother to do? It was not Mama's fault, she was sick. She needed medicine and it almost never worked the way it should have, at least no with her. It never made her better to the point of being completely healthy. The medicine worked for a while, then it didn't, or it did and then she took herself off and it didn't. When the medicine didn't or when she took herself off, Mama Cruse said mean things too, like the school kids, but she was an adult and their mom, which made it worse for him. Danny thought it made it worse for Joseph too. There were times when mom just would not speak, or she would scream for days and Danny would hear Joseph crying in his bedroom. Sometimes Danny would take a peak to see what was really going on and sure enough, he always would find his brother crying. He asked himself why he never had the courage to go in when Joe was crying and tell him it would be okay, that he loved him.
It all just seemed so complicated to Danny and he found himself struggling to make sense of it all. He thought to himself, “Well it’s over, no more and our Mama is gone.” Thinking about it all Danny began to cry. He cried for several moments and then with a bit or resolve wiped his eyes with his shirt, went to the kitchen counter and found the money Joseph gave him. Danny decided he would go to the tavern and eat. Maybe Michael would have something nice to say to him. He was a good friend, a very good friend.
Danny sheepishly walked into Groos Tavern. Michael was busy behind the bar cleaning glasses, seeing Danny, he wiped his hands on a dishtowel and waved him in. “Hey, Danny come over.” Danny frowned a bit then sat down at the bar. Mike seeing the pain on his face, “What's going on Danny? Is it your mom?” Danny nodded, “What's wrong, she in the hospital again?”
Danny pulled out his money, “She is dying.” forlornly counting the money to himself.
Mike grabbed Danny's hands to stop him from picking at the dollars, “Danny, what do you mean? It's that bad?”
Danny looked up and almost in tears, “Yes…she won't make tonight, I think.”
Mike took a deep breath and rubbed his beard. “Listen, go sit at a booth. I will bring you a chocolate shake, a burger and fries. You'll owe me later.”
Danny grabbed his money, stood and sat in a corner booth. There he shrunk into the corner and into the padded seat. He wished he had gone with his brother to see his mom. He had made a mistake.
David flipped through the channels nothing seemed to be on. He looked around and found a half-full beer. He took a sip, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a loud knock at the door downstairs. It sounded heavy and important. David ran down the steps, looking through the keyhole. The small image produced four officers in uniform and two plain-clothes detectives. “Who is it?”
One of the officers spoke out. “This is the police. We need to talk to you.”
David now anxious. “Who do you need to see?”
“David,” Then they shuffled a bit outside, nodding to themselves, “we would like to talk t
o you. We have a warrant out for your arrest.”
David thought quickly, even though he was fully clothed, “Yeah, I…I am…butt naked. I need to get on some draws at least,” then running up stairs, he ran to his bedroom and locked the door behind him.
The officers pulled their pistols and one split the door open with a well-placed boot to it. They rushed up the stairs as David found his second gun and jumped out the window. He stumbled down the fire escape, rushed through his small backyard, climbed over the fence and ran.
Donna rifled through the clothes at a local boutique. She kept her sunglasses low, her headache now pouring down her forehead and through her back. Donna could not stop shaking and she was very nauseous. She felt she needed to vomit, but held the bile in. She didn't have much money on her, with Jake her main John and the fact that he kept her well, she didn't worry for much. Now she thought she may have to hit the dark streets again and she did not relish that fact. Donna struggling to stand found a seat. She pulled out her phone and called Danny. Danny's home phone ran once, twice, then several times and yet there was no answer. She thought for a moment, carefully stood up and headed out the shop to her car.
There is no best way to pass; there is no good place to die. No time is right. No reason is sufficient to make someone feel better about a love one leaving family and friends behind. There Joseph sat, next to his mother, holding her hand. She was sedated now and her breathing was shallow. The curtain was partially closed behind them to give Joseph some privacy, even though the intensive care unit gave none. He felt so conflicted. She was a good mother, but she had her bad moments, maybe more than some, less than others. He remembered how as a child she would go into a rage and scream. Joe would go outside and play.
One day he found an ant pile and there he saw how they all worked together, how each was treated the same. It seemed so rational, so calm those ants were, so reasonable to one another, so normal. Of course, they were ants and he was a little boy, but why couldn’t the world function in such an orderly way? Why did animals treat each other better than humans? Why could God forgive you, but another human being could not? Maybe, that is why he had such a hard time with God. He didn't understand, maybe he would find the answers as time went on, for now he was with his mother and his mother was with him.
Joseph leaned over to her and rubbed her hair. It was soft. He smiled a bit and then tears began to stream down his face. A hard life had taken its toll on her and he found himself wanting to try life again, but he could not. He wiped the tears from his face, brushed her cheek and whispered into her ear, “You were a good Mama. You raised your kids good. I love you, Danny loves you very much,” then gave her a kiss on the forehead. Joseph would make it right. He would not take the path his family had taken, but another. He would break that mountain in two.
Michael came out with Danny's burger and fried, placing the plate on the table. “There you go, Danny.”
Danny reluctantly eyed the burger and began to nibble on the fries. “Thank you.”
“You know you and your brother did all you could.”
Danny looked up unsure. “Yeah?”
Michael nodded, rubbing his white beard, then his hands on his apron. “You know I know your mom, since we were kids.”
Danny took another french fry. “Yeah?”
Mike remembered back. “In fact, I remember your mothers mother. She was very bad to your mother. Your mother didn't want any part of it as she got older and the family wouldn't have it, so they left her to herself to raise you guys,” turning to head back to the bar, “Danny, she did well raising you guys. I mean just look at you guys now.”
Danny looked down at his plate thinking, “Look at us now.” As he thought those words, the tavern door opened and Donna walked in. She had her sunglasses on and looked worn. She glanced about and found Danny sitting there. She waved at him and Danny waved weakly back. Donna came over, sat down next to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Hello, honey.”
Danny shied away a bit. “Hi.”
Donna noticing, grabbing his hand and holding it. “Danny, what's wrong?”
Danny took a bite of his burger, not looking at her. “You left me at the hospital and my mother is dying.”
Donna let his hand go. She gave a big sigh, rubbing her temples, her jet black hair falling in front of her face. She pushed her hair away. “I know, but there is nothing I can do about it. I am new to the situation, so I just thought I would leave and let you and your brother deal with it. It's your family, not mine.”
Danny put the burger down. “Okay.”
Donna rubbed his leg. “Listen, I will make it up to you. I took you to the hospital remember? What is going to be is going to be, you need to live for yourself and your brother too.”
Danny felt Donna's hand on his thigh. Awkwardly he moved a bit away from her. “I know, but we're family. I just don't know you too well, Donna.”
Michael seeing this decided to go over to their table. “Hey there, how are you, Donna?”
Donna pulled her hand back from Danny's leg. “I am doing good. I just got a bit of a headache.”
“I see,” then pulling out a pad and pen, “Would you like something to eat?”
Donna did not want to eat anything. She wanted to vomit, but nodded. “I will have a cup of chicken soup.”
“Okay, anything else?”
She pushed her sunglasses up, her hands shaking. “No.”
Michael put the pad away. “Okay, it will be out in a few minutes. Danny, if you need anything let me know.”
Danny looked up, sipping on his milkshake, “Okay.”
Mike left with a strong glance at Donna. Donna frowned and then when Mike was gone. “I know, but if I get the help I need, I will be around a long time and we could all be a happy family.”
Danny looked at her, through her sunglasses. “You’re not as sick as my Mama, Donna.”
Donna gave a bit of a shocked smile the recovering, brushing her hair back. “I am getting there, why just look at me, Danny?” holding onto Danny's shoulder, “Look, your mother is going to pass away and your brother is going back to college. He is going to leave and go on with his life. You have me, but what if you all alone? What would you do back in that trailer? Who would pay the bills? Who would cook? Who would take you places, keep you company…be your friend?”
Danny having not thought about that yet. “I don't know.”
Donna opening her purse, taking out some money. “Come on, you're not that hungry, neither am I. Let me pay for this and we can take a ride and talk. I'll keep you company until Joe gets back from the hospital.”
“I would rather go to the hospital to be with him and mom.”
Donna thought for a moment and then put money down on the table. “Yeah, will drive, do a couple of quick things and then we will go to the hospital.”
Danny reluctantly agreeing, “Okay.” feeling wrong about the situation. It felt bad, but he was scared and he felt alone.
They both then stood up from the booth and left the tavern. Michael had briefly stepped back into the kitchen to get the soup, when he returned with it he found money on Danny's table, but both of them were gone. Seeing this, Michael became worried. He became very worried.
David met up with Jamal. “I need your car.”
Jamal was sitting on the stoop of his apartment, David looking around quickly, covering his head with a hooded sweatshirt. “Why? You in trouble?”
David shook his head no. “No…let me borrow your car, mines is getting fixed. I bring it back tonight with a full tank of gas.”
Jamal, pulled out his car keys. “You sure you ain't in trouble? I mean Omar and shit?”
David held his hand out nervously. “No, that kid hit Omar and some woman. I don't know, there are a lot of crazy people out there. I deal, but I ain't a gang banger.”
Jamal thought about the full tank of gas. “It's almost on empty.”
“What
did I just say?”
“Well okay, just saying,” tossing him the keys, “Don't wreck it.”
David took the keys and as he left to hop into the car. “Jamal, this thing has been around since the 70’s.”
Jamal watched as he pulled out, “Just saying,” then pulled at his jacket. It was getting colder with each passing day.
David kept thinking to himself, “I know I will find you bitch, I will find you.” He drove around a bit aimlessly, but as his anger and fear began to solidify he became more rational. David decided he would look at a few places and then go to the pool hall. Tonya could have gone there as well. If she wasn't there he would wait until the evening and go to her apartment using the fire escape to see if she was there instead. Things were too hot right then for him to go to her apartment directly. He would have to wait, but in the meantime, he could check a few of the places she frequented. Maybe, he would spot her on the street. Once he found her, he would have a talk and then split that town and go out of state where the police wouldn't find him.
Joe walked down the hallways of the hospital. There he found himself a place to sit and took it. He was tired, wiping his face with his sleeve. He felt like he needed to wash his hands, his face, but he did not. Joseph wondered what he would do in the coming days, all the plans he would have to make. He wondered what he would do after all those plans had been finished. What do you do when the quiet comes? What do you do when you wake up at night feeling alone and feeling like you failed your life? You were given a life to live and you failed at living it. How hard the world was, Joe thought to himself. How many times they walked to get food, in the heat, in the rain and in the snow, yet no one would pick them up, not even when a relative would drive by. His relatives would honk and wave from their air-conditioned car, but would not take them that last mile home when they had blisters on their feet. Joseph knew he had to live for himself. He had to, not because he had to be cold to those in need, but because if he destroyed himself helping others, would they get him back on his feet? Would anyone take care of himself like himself?
Seemed like a simple question, though it had profound answers. It wasn't that you didn't want to help others, but in the end if you could not help yourself to what good would your help be to someone else? Joe stretched out on the chair, leaning back. Joe took out his cell phone. He shook his head in disbelief. He could not help others who would not help themselves, who made excuses as to why they could not move an inch. There were plenty of good, reasonable reasons why someone could not do something, but those reasons, which were tossed into the wind like so many butterflies making their yearly migration, those so casual excuses, ready made in the pocket, to be pulled out at a moment's notice, then forming an iron wall to thwart those who care, were to be walked away from.
No, he would not help those people because they wanted to be just the way they were. Seemed to Joe for some reason those people who needed help got a benefit from suffering while he lost. Joe would not be one of those people anymore and he would not help people like that anymore. No one would give him a slice of bread first unless he tried first to provide it to himself. If he failed, then so be it, but at least he took the chance to live. What happened to Kevin, why? Why did he destroy himself? He told Kevin in high school not to mess with certain people, not to go drinking. They had their group, why was it not enough? Joseph told Kevin, they all had it rough, that he was not alone. Why did he not believe him? Maybe, maybe it was because Joe thought he was alone himself and who could believe a liar when it is written on the persons face? Joe was sick of it; he was done. He had been brought to this cross roads and it had lasted several months, now he would take the narrow road. The road less traveled. Joseph let out a strange laugh, went into one of the hospital bathrooms, looked in the mirror, washed his hands, his face and then wet his hair a bit. Joe looked in the mirror again, dried himself, left the bathroom and pulled out his phone again. He called home. Joseph let it ring a few times, but there was no answer. He sat for several minutes becoming a bit worried and then called again, but there was still no answer. Joe put the phone back in his pocket and left the hospital.
David drove for a while, traveling from street to street. He then went to a gas station. bought a pack of cigarettes, a beer and went to part of the waterfront which was somewhat deserted. David sat there for several minutes, drinking his beer and smoking. When he was finished with the beer and halfway finished with his pack, he decided to look for Tonya again. It was getting late. At that point, he did not care about dealing, he was a wanted man, but he did care about grabbing the woman who destroyed his life. David put the car in reverse and then drove off again. He drove down one street and then another, mindful of any police cars or unmarked vehicles. As he drove, he felt panic well up in him.
Joe quickly pulled up to his trailer. He got out put the key in the door lock, turned it, opened the door and glanced in. He found no one. Joe hurried down into the back of the trailer and looked into the bathroom; still he did not find his brother. Concerned he thought about Donna. Joseph went back up to the kitchen and found the money gone. He rubbed his chin, closed and locked the trailer door behind him and went over to the tavern.
“When are we going to get to the hospital, Donna?”
Donna gave Danny a quick glance as she drove around, “We will get there. We just need to stop by a place where me and a few friends are to meet. I need to talk to them for a moment and then we will be there.”
Danny squirmed in his seat a bit. “But, Joe Joe will be worried and Mama is sick.”
Donna gave him a fierce look. “You know I am sick too! We all have problems.”
Danny turned away, looking out his passenger side window. “Can I use your phone to call, Joe Joe?”
“No,” Donna said abruptly as they pulled onto a side street next to the pool hall, “Let’s go.”
There she was! There was Tonya, rushing down Broadway to the pool hall. David gritted his teeth. He was enraged. He could see her. He could see another car, a Thunderbird. David could see two unmarked police cars double-parked. Anger and fear, anxiety and hate began to swell in his chest, then down and up through his body. He began to shake, to sweat, eyes wide. David abruptly pulled off to the side of the road, “Fuck you, fuck the cops, fuck all of you...,” then quietly to himself, “every last one of you.”
Danny got out of the car. “Where are we going?”
Donna got out and closed the driver-side door behind her, pointing a block down the street. “Right there.”
Danny could hear a car driving up the street, as they walked. “Donna, you know…”
She could see one car pull quickly up to the curb, on the other side of the road. It looked like David, but it wasn't his car. He was rushing over. Donna looked down the block and could see Tonya. She was quickly walking to the pool hall. It looked like David was heading right for Tonya. Donna now could hear another car too, this time not David’s, but another. She turned to look behind her, it was a van and it was moving fast. “What, Danny, what?”
Danny turned to see the van as well, it was racing towards them, now concerned about the vehicle, “Donna, the car,” pointing as it barreled toward them, almost at her.
Tonya turned to see what was occurring and then saw David racing toward her. She began to run.
Donna shocked, “Shit,” both of them running, the van swerving, aiming right for Donna. She broke from Danny's side and tried to reach the safety of the brown stone apartment walls, but could not outrun the car. The van jumped the curb, clipping her legs. She screamed as the van went up over her, its front left wheel, pulling her under, crushing her back, then pulling away, speeding down the road. Danny stopped, turned and ran over to her. There Donna lay in a pool of blood. He kneeled down in shock, crying, scooping her up. “Donna!”
She turned her head. “Danny?”
Danny held her close. “Donna, I am sorry. I am sorry.”
One of the officers leaped out
of the patrol car, “Shit, we're going in,” several other police officers and detectives rushing out, pulling their weapons.
David rushed toward Tonya. He looked back at the unmarked cars, grabbing Tonya. “Your coming with me!”
Tonya screamed. “Get off me!”
David pulled her into the pool hall. “Come on...”
Donna opened her eyes, went to say something, but the pain was intense, taking her breath away. Her body was shattered. She convulsed, clenching her jaw, gritting her teeth. Danny loosened his grip on her. She stopped for a moment, looked at him, when to reach up, convulsed for a second time and collapsed again. Danny gently laid her back down and stood up, turning about, not sure what to do or where to go. He looked at his hands, full of blood. He began to panic, fear setting in. Danny looked down at his shirt and jeans soaked with blood and bile. He could not understand it. He could not understand any of it. Danny's brain began to overload, his chest beginning to get sharp pains, welling up and driving him to insanity. Danny looked around, he needed to hide, to get away, to run and run. He saw the sign of the pool hall and without understanding took the quickest, widest path he could find. He ran for the hall. Danny ran, weeping as he went, stumbling into the hall. There inside was David, Tonya in his grip, Susan by them pleading. “Please!”
Danny stood shocked, then suddenly becoming unfazed. “What is going on?”
Joseph drove down Broadway, seeing the chaos that was occurring before him. He pulled up to the pool hall. He could see Donna, crumpled and soaked in her own blood. He stumbled out of his car, running for the pool hall. The police just before him.
David cocked the gun, holding it to Tonya's temple as the police rushed in. “I will kill her!”
Each of the officers arrayed, everyone in the hall frozen in fear, under a table, behind the bar, locked in the bathroom, in a corner huddled, one officer. “Let her go, don't make this any worse, David.”
Tonya shrieked. “Do what he says!”
Joseph stumbling in, out of breath and between gasps. “Danny!”
David his arm around Tonya's neck, squeezing, as she clutched it. “Shut up, bitch!”
Danny turned. “Joe Joe?”
David looked over to him. “Who is this stupid shit?”
Another police officer. “Just put the gun down, David you don't want to hurt her.”
Susan crying, looking at Tonya, at Joe and Danny. “Please!”
David, shaking Tonya. “Shut up!”
The police creeping closer, Danny getting a confused look in his eyes, scrunching his face. “Mama died, Donna died…everyone dies.”
David slinking back, dragging Tonya a bit. “Shut up! Don't anyone come any closer!”
“Drop the gun!”
“Everyone dies. It's my fault,” He looked at Joe, “It's my fault,” moving in-between David and Tonya and the police officers.
Joe stepping a bit closer, “Danny!” the police ordering everyone, “Get back, everyone!”
David shaking Tonya. “Look at this fool!”
Danny turned to David, “No more,” as he moved it toward David.
David pushed Tonya out of the way, pointing the pistol at Danny. “You fuck! I will kill you! I will!”
“Everyone, get back!”
Joseph, “Danny please!”
Susan, “Don't, David, don't!”
Danny went to grab David's gun, then the police rushed David. There were shots and bodies slumped to the floor. There David lay dead, Danny holding his stomach, blood and intestine in his clutches, the police calling for ambulances, seeing if David was alive and then doing what they could for Danny. Joe went to Danny, but an officer held him back, “I am his brother! Let me see him!” the officer releasing him, several other officers rushing back to the cars to get their emergency kits. Joseph kneeled down to Danny, as the police tried to pack the wound with what was available, until the kits were brought in from the cars. “Danny, why?”
Danny rolling in pain, now in a near ball, clutching himself. “Joe Joe, I never helped you. I saw you cry all the time and let you!”
Joseph grabbing Danny, turning him and his face to him. “What? What do you mean?”
Danny rolling, the officers trying to pull his arms and hands from the wound, blood pouring out, the officer yelling, “Let go, Danny, let go of your stomach!” Danny looking at his brother, spasming, arching his back in shock, “I was stupid. I was dumb Joe!”
Joe holding his head. “Danny?”
Danny gritting his teeth, shaking, getting limp. “Joe, Joe…”
Joe knowing, “Yes, Danny?”
Danny shaking, rolling a bit, stiffening, “I…” then limp again, “…love…” then turned his body, then bled away.
Joe shook him, “Danny?” there was no response, “Daniel!” the police grabbing Danny, starting CPR on him, taking him from Joe. Joseph standing covered in blood. He looked at his hands, looked at Susan and Tonya, then David, his hands again, then finally at Danny, the officers pounding on his chest, “I love you too.” Danny was not dumb, Joe whispering to himself, “Brother, you were the smartest man I ever knew.”
A winter, a spring, a few seasons of change, each day passed into the night and the morning sun rose again to meet the horizon. Joseph rolled down the windows of his car as he drove along. He looked in the side mirror, the rear-view mirror and then up out onto the long road ahead. It stretched for many miles, the grass green, the trees budding in the background. Joseph took a deep breath, the air sweet with new life. He had a destination to go to, what lie in the background, beyond the hills. Joe looked at the dash, then at the passenger seat where is backpack lay. He looked out to the sun rise up and over the wane of nightime. The highway was free of traffic. The road was clear. The path was clear. He had a feeling that day was going to be a very good day.
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