When I got in, I took another deep breath and
asked myself if this was truly what I wanted to do. It
is, was my reply.
I turned the key in the ignition, and, without
putting on the headlights. because I knew the glow
would light up the living room and maybe wake Celia.
I backed out of the driveway. Then I turned on the
lights and drove slowly to the corner. I made a right
turn onto the boulevard and headed toward the
highway that would take me west.
On the seat beside me was the paper I had
needed. It was Uncle Palaver's schedule. I knew
where he was now and where he would be tomorrow. Tomorrow had become the most important
word in my mind, because tomorrow. I would be
where I belonged.
Nowhere.
Traveling everywhere. This is why Uncle
Palaver was so happy on the road. I thought. No one
could claim him, and he didn't have to set roots down anywhere. He moved with the wind, when he had a whim, and it was in that movement that he found
comfort and security.
What was it Peter had told Celia when she
asked him if he liked being where he was? "I see the
earth as my home. Anywhere you go, you're under the
same sky."
That's all that mattered, being under the same
sky. The rest of it was just... just window dressing. It had to be wonderful to leave the past behind
and look only to the future.
I used to hate the word soon. I used to hate to
have to depend on tomorrow.
But at this moment, it was the only word that