Gabriel
Jeanie picked me up with her old truck, and we drove to the Segretto house to get the keys to the van. A sleepy looking Beth met is at the door with a bag of snacks. “Rafe told me what you guys are doing,” she said, knotting her robe tightly around her thick waist. “I think it’s wonderful. I hope the doctor is able to help him. Mrs. McBride and I packed you some snacks and juice boxes for the road.”
“Thanks,” I said, taking the canvas bag. Again I felt that twinge of inadequacy. I knew so little about parenting that I hadn’t even thought of packing food for the journey. I figured we would just stop for a donut and a coffee on the way.
Not a coffee for the kid, obviously. Maybe a hot chocolate.
Beth looked over my shoulder at Jeanie. “Hi! I’m sorry I don’t think we’ve been for
