Mark makes another turn and pushes his car to the limit, he passes back into their area. Both cars slow to a stop watching him drive off. Mark stops a...d pulls over, Becky says, “You proved your point Mark…please…talk to me now…” Mark looks at her and says, “What I said last night, is that all you ever saw me as? Besides when you are drunk?” “Mark…” “Well?” “I don’t…” “It’s worse not to answer.” “I only see you as a brother. Maybe back when we were both 13 or 14 but no, I don’t see you as. I listened, decided that it was my imagination. That was dumb, but I had an important meeting to get to and I wanted to get there. I spotted another hazey mountain in the distance to the North, I turned that way. I dropped down to 4000 feet, looking out for some kind of landmark so I could get a heading. I must have tapped the compass 30 times, it just sat there. Then I looked at the fuel gauge, it read less than a half tank. Now what the hell? She was full when I lifted off, no way did I go. I had cracked.“I need you, Jack. I’ve always taken care of myself, but I can’t anymore. I can’t face the pain alone.”“Just one more day, Johanna. I’ll be there by tomorrow.”I went back to my study and put Dad’s gun back in my purse.Jack came the next day in the mid-morning, just after the home health care nurse left. I led him to the living room and sat him on the sofa.“You want a beer? Or a soda?”“No,” he said.I saw the edges of a bandage at the open collar of his shirt.“What happened?” I. We walked around the campus (the presentation took place at a small college). It was a beautiful early spring day. The grass was green, but the trees hadn't yet started to show much sign of leafing out. We talked about the presentation, and the day, and about work. We admired the beauty of the weather and the campus. Outside the student center building we sat on a bench. My arm automatically draped over the back of the bench toward where she sat. It wasn't a standard park bench size, it was.