Midnight Crossroad
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If he leaned into the window and looked right, he could just see the glow from the trailer where the Reed family would be doing whatever they did at night. Putting the baby to bed? Watching television? Bobo could not see what was happening at the Antique Gallery and Nail Salon, but he figured after standing all evening in their wings and silver jumpsuits, Chuy and Joe were crawling into bed. (They were in bed, but they were indulging in some fooling around.)
Manfred’s front light was still on, and Bobo wondered if his tenant had gone back to work. The boy—the young man—did seem oddly compelled to work until he dropped. He had told Bobo that there was some reason that was pushing him, some drive that he didn’t understand.
“But I will,” Manfred had said. “Someday, I’ll know what it was all about.”
Bobo hoped that someday, he’d understand what it was all about, too.
Till then, he was staying right where he was, in Midnight.
Manfred’s front light was still on, and Bobo wondered if his tenant had gone back to work. The boy—the young man—did seem oddly compelled to work until he dropped. He had told Bobo that there was some reason that was pushing him, some drive that he didn’t understand.
“But I will,” Manfred had said. “Someday, I’ll know what it was all about.”
Bobo hoped that someday, he’d understand what it was all about, too.
Till then, he was staying right where he was, in Midnight.
