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Joyce told Patrick she’d stay till Friday. She didn’t, however, say what time on Friday. And if there’s one thing Joyce hated, it was prolonging the inevitable. Nine in the morning seemed like a nice time to get out of there.
After a quick goodbye to the new manager, Bob slammed on the gas, and they were gone. Joyce watched the property she had spent the last twenty-five years of her life managing disappear in the rearview mirror. She exhaled, feeling the weight leave her shoulders.
“Next stop, Nevada!” Bob said, merging onto the freeway. “No more emergency calls. No more work orders. No more Kevin. We’re free. Ready for the slots?” He turned to Joyce, who flashed him a mischievous smile. “What’s that smile for?”
“I did something.”
His smile dropped. “What did you do?”
She turned around and pointed to the box in the backseat. “I copied all of Kevin’s files and brought them with me.”
“Why would you ever want to do that?”
“The Man-Child Chronicles,” she said, as if it were obvious.
“No, sweetie. No, no. Put it behind you. You’ll get sued. We’ll get sued. Let’s wash our hands of that family.”
Joyce shrugged. “Who cares if they sue? We’ll be long gone before they collect a nickel. I’ll publish it anonymously. You told me when you retired from teaching you would write a book. Well, here’s your chance. Help me write this one.”
Bob shook his head, staring at the road ahead.
It wasn’t until they reached the border that he turned to her and said, “Sure, what the hell?