Chapter 26
The following day, Sunday afternoon, I was returning home from the Frontier and driving up to my house, I spotted Drika’s old Buick in my driveway. She was sitting on my veranda, apparently waiting for me.
I parked beside her car and climbed out, her tense expression making me anxious. “What’s up?” I asked, right off, stepping up to her. But I knew.
“He left this morning,” she said, confirming my fears. “I drove him, Chris. I drove Donnie to the bus stop and gave him money. Did I do the right thing? I didn’t want him to leave without anything and I know that—”
“Oh, Drika,” I said, sitting by her and patting her cold hands, “you did the right thing.”
“But Liliana and my brother are so angry with me.” She grabbed my hands hard. “What was I supposed to do? They were sending hi
