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fell to the floor.
    â€œAnd before you can ask, yes it’s Paul’s.”
    My dead best friend’s wife was pregnant with his legacy. I leaned far enough down I could place my forehead against the deck railing. “I have to go.” I sighed.
    â€œI know.”
    â€œThat’s it? You’re not going to stop me?”
    â€œDo you want me to?”
    I stood up. “The Quabbin isn’t that far. I could be there and back in a day.” That was a lie. Even back in the day, it was a seven-hour drive to the reservoir that contained the water for the city of Boston. And after seven hours of driving, I’d be spent, not able to immediately make the return trip. But there was still the small matter of rescuing her from whatever she’d gotten herself into.
    â€œGo get her, Mike, and be safe.”
    â€œYou’re not coming with me?”
    â€œYour daughter needs me; her pregnancy has been difficult. Besides, you’ll be back tomorrow, right?”
    I lied, “Of course.”
    I went back into the house to start getting some things together.
    â€œWhere you going?” BT asked.
    â€œWas thinking of going to the store and getting a pack of smokes.”
    â€œGreat, I’ll come with you.”
    â€œBT, you don’t have to.”
    â€œOh, so you’re just going to smoke them all up yourself?”
    â€œSomeone say smoke?” Trip asked.
    â€œThanks, man,” I told him. “Ron, I’m going to need a truck.”
    â€œNo fucking way, baby brother. I’ve seen tornados with less destructive power. If you want one of my vehicles, I’m driving it.” This was a shock to everyone including myself and Nancy.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing?” his wife asked.
    â€œI’m being irresponsibly responsible,” he replied. “I will not have another car reduced to salvage. These aren’t in an unlimited supply.”
    I wanted to tell him that they kind of were; there were vast parking lots full of cars and trucks that would never be used again. Ripe for the taking. Ron had a funny way of looking at things though. If he hadn’t earned it, he would not beg, borrow, or steal it. Fortunately, I had no such limiting compunction.
    â€œAre you sure, Ron?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about him joining. He was an untested quantity, at least out in the open. Plus, I feared he would start pulling that “big brother” card, like he would always know the best course of action.
    He nodded.
    Trip began to stand. BT placed a large hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down. “You’re staying here,” he told him in no uncertain terms.
    I looked over to Tommy. “What about you?”
    â€œI … I think I need to stay here.” With that, he left the room. That had kind of been Tommy those last few weeks. He said little as he traveled realms only he was aware of.
    It was us three, and I was fine with that; we’d be more nimble: quick in, quick out. That was the plan. And right now, that was about as in-depth as it got. Actually, pretty good for me. Within an hour, we had all we thought we’d need. We spent the next ten minutes saying our goodbyes. And just like that, we were on the road, though this time Ron drove.
    â€œYou just let me know when you’re tired, and I’ll take over,” I told him.
    Ron raised a thermos the size of a traditional pitcher. “Full of coffee, I should be able to stay awake this entire trip.”
    â€œPraise be to Jesus,” BT said, and not in mockery. He meant it.
    We drove in relative silence. There was a little small talk, but we’re like most guys—we don’t tend to have a lot to say, and now that major league level sports were no longer played, we didn’t even have that on the table. There was still the weather, I suppose.
    â€œThe Quabbin is pretty huge, Mike. Any idea what to do when we get there?” Ron