Fortune's Deadly Descent
“It’s slightly longer than the length of the platform. In less than a minute, the driver sounds his horn and we hear metal on metal as the train rolls away. Only one passenger has stepped off. A young man in dark skinny jeans and sneakers lumbers down the platform stairs. He zips his leather jacket and tucks his chin into his collar against the rain. The train is already out of sight. Steam rises and fades from the tracks.
I tell Oliver about the tractor, and in telling him I realize that by the... time the man we’ve been calling the stranger offered to help me, Benny might already have been jouncing away with someone else.
We gaze downhill, where the vineyard appears to curve toward town. Surely Moreau has stood where we’re standing now, has seen what we see. Has he come to the same conclusions?
Oliver rubs his eyes and succumbs to a monster yawn.
“Jet lag’s eating you alive,” I say. “If you need to crash, I understand.”
He assures me he’s fine, says not to worry, suggests we follow the vineyard down to where it meets the town.MoreLess
I tell Oliver about the tractor, and in telling him I realize that by the... time the man we’ve been calling the stranger offered to help me, Benny might already have been jouncing away with someone else.
We gaze downhill, where the vineyard appears to curve toward town. Surely Moreau has stood where we’re standing now, has seen what we see. Has he come to the same conclusions?
Oliver rubs his eyes and succumbs to a monster yawn.
“Jet lag’s eating you alive,” I say. “If you need to crash, I understand.”
He assures me he’s fine, says not to worry, suggests we follow the vineyard down to where it meets the town.MoreLess
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