My mind wandered as we drove through Centerville, headed north on 45, making excellent time. I could hear Chase’s medals clanking in a box in the back seat as he wove his Audi effortlessly through traffic. The countryside was brown, the trees barren. The clouds were thick in the sky, and Texas had that familiar grey hue that so characterized December in the south.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked me. I turned from the window and faced him. To be honest, I hadn’t been thinking about