“It’s all I’ve ever known,” Mark said quietly.
“Your Ph.D.?”
“What about it?”
“But all you have to do is finish your dissertation, and you’re done. You’re so close.”
“I’ve dabbled on that dissertation for years and never even completed the research stage.”
“But you’re so good at math.”
“Just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean it will make you happy,” he said sagely.
I was at a loss.
“I have a favor to ask you.”
Dumbfounded, I nodded.
“I’ve always loved the travel logs and journals of adventurers and pioneers. I’ve always wished I could leave everything and hit the open road and discover America, discover the world like they did. While in jail, I promised myself I would do just that. Olivia isn’t around to wait for anymore.” He paused as if to let those words sink in. “I finished the summer term at Martin, sold my car, and bought this camper. I’m doing it, India. I’m leaving Stripling.”
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere, everywhere.”
He handed me Theodore’s leash, and I took it. “But I worry about taking Theodore on such a venture. Will you take care of him while I’m gone?”
“How long will you be gone?”
“I don’t know. A month. A year. Please, India, it’s the only thing I ask.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and I glanced down at Theodore to hide them.
“You understand why I have to leave, don’t you, India?”
I did. “Because you never have,” I whispered.
Mark knelt down and hugged Theodore, kissing the cat’s furry head. Then he hurried to the camper and brought out a large blue duffel bag that had Theodore embroidered on the side in bright orange letters.
Mark patted the cat again on the head. “I’d better be off.”
“You’re leaving now?” I exclaimed.
He nodded.
“What about Mom and Dad? And Carmen?”
“Could you tell them for me?” He laughed again. “I guess that’s two more things I need you to do for me.” He turned and strode to the camper.
“Mark! Wait!” I yelled as he reached for the camper’s door. I dropped the duffel and scooped up the protesting cat. I smashed us into a three-way hug that Theodore did not appreciate.
“Bye.” I let go.
Mark waved as he stepped into the camper. It backfired as he pulled away from the curb and then disappeared around the curve.
An empty tear rolled off my cheek and onto Theodore’s ruff. I dumped him onto the lawn, where he discovered a peace-loving cicada and promptly ate it. Wiping my eyes with the hem of my T-shirt, I told Theodore, “You’d better pray Ina has the room.”
About the Author
Amanda Flower is an academic librarian for a small college in Ohio’s Western Reserve. When she is not at the library or writing her next mystery, she is an avid traveler, aspiring to visit as much of the globe as she can. Recent trips have taken her to Slovakia, Ireland, and Israel. She lives and writes near Akron.