He
didn't think there would be any big surprises there. He'd been around
that barn.
"Where you headed?" the waitress asked.
"Seattle," Oliver said. At least he'd have one friend there. He smiled
broadly, pleased with his decision, and left a large tip by his plate.
"What'cha doing up there?"
"Starting over."
"I done that once or twice." She swept up her tip. "You're young
enough. Good luck to you."
"Thanks," Oliver said. "Thanks a lot."
He stopped on the outskirts of Seattle and called Francesca.
She answered, "Hello?"
"Hi, Francesca."
"Oliver?"
"Yup, how're you doing?"
"Oliver! What a surprise! I'm fine."
"I'm in Seattle."
"No!"
"Yeah. I wondered if you wanted to have coffee or something. I don't
want to be in the way or anything, but I'd love to see you. Lots to
tell you."
"Oliver, of course. How could you possibly be in the way?"
"I have a confession. Actually, I came to see you a couple of days ago.
It was late in the afternoon. You were standing outside your house,
with your guy, and I turned around and left. I'm O.K. about it now."
"Oliver, that was my brother!"
"What?" His mind reeled.
"Yes, my brother, Giles.
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