Going South
Open: Journal of Arts and Letters/April 2024
They planned on driving north, all the way to Long Island. They’d stay overnight, attend Theresa’s father’s funeral the following day. Todd drove, his right hand pressing on Patti’s thigh.
“Almost to Maryland,” he said.
She watched miles of trees swoosh past, dreading the decreasing November temperatures that awaited them.
“Theresa hated country music,” he said, new information delivered as he changed the radio station.
