Chapter 10
This happens quickly, although it feels like hours. One. Two. Maybe three hours. Time is lost as I sit behind the Soul’s steering wheel. I feel handicapped with broken legs and arms. Incarcerated. I want to forgive my father for what he has done to me, but I cannot drum up the strength to do so. Instead, a vomit-like taste forms at the rear of my mouth and I swallow it down as it rises. In doing so, disdain rips through my mind, my lack of forgiveness for the man, just as he won’t forgive me, I assume, and…
Tarek jumps into the Soul. “I put eleven books inside the box. Some Barbara Taylor Bradford. A Chuck Palahniuk. Two Danielle Steel. Something about King Tut. Three kids books. Where to next?”
I snap out of my father-delirium state. “Clover Street,” I say, and drive off.