Having squandered his inheritance in a foreign country,
finally he bows to the inevitable.
Today on the long ride back from the airport
conversation is difficult.
“Son, it’s been ages… you look good…”
“Dad, you know I don’t. How’s mom?”
“You didn’t get my e-mail? She moved out.”
Then just the sound of windshield wipers.
He tries again.
“It’s nice to see you.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s not.”
Then just the sound of rain.