2 Chapter 2

“Any man who runs a farm is early to bed, early to rise,” Stan said.

“That he is.” David stood and stretched. He could touch the low ceiling in this room and he remembered leaping for it as a kid, playing Batman, playing superhero. “We’re gonna crash, folks.”

David pressed a quick kiss on his mother’s forehead then another on his father’s rough cheek. He touched Marcus’s knee. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Marcus opened his eyes and David saw a second of unease on his face. He didn’t know where he was. David leaned down a little. “We’re in Bloomington. It’s time for bed.”

“Mmm.” Marcus rolled his eyes and sat up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep like that.”