John Grisham: The Broker

“I take it you have the money.”

“Third, yes, I have the money. It’s in an account here at Maryland Trust. You’re listed as one of the owners. Withdraw twenty-five thousand to cover the expenses you’ve incurred so far, and keep the rest close by.”

“I don’t need that much.”

“Well, spend some, okay? Loosen up a little. Take the girl to Disney World.”

“How will we correspond?”

“For now, e-mail, the Grinch routine. I’m quite the hacker, you know.”

“How safe are you, Dad?”

“The worst is over.”

Lisa was back with Carrie, who wanted to return to the bouncing knee. Joel held her for as long as he could.

Father and son entered Union Station together while Lisa and Carrie waited in the car. The bustle of activity made Joel anxious again; old habits would be hard to break. He pulled a small carry-on bag, loaded with all of his possessions.

He bought a ticket to Philadelphia, and as they slowly made their way to the platform area Neal said, “I really want to know where you’re going.”

Joel stopped and looked at him. “I’m going back to Bologna.”

“There’s a friend there, right?”

“Yes.”

“Of the female variety?”

“Oh yes.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Can’t help it, son. It was always my weakness.”

“She’s Italian?”

“Very much so. She’s really special.”

“They were all special.”

“This one saved my life.”

“Does she know you’re coming back?”

“I think so.”

“Please be careful, Dad.”

“I’ll see you in a month or so.”

They hugged and said goodbye.