“You can get the boy on a plane tonight, but he can’t come here.”
“Your vacation home,” Helen said, sounding defeated. Xxx “I’m not Roger VanCamp.”
I simply stared at him. “Erin,” I said. “They’re already so far away… and Jim’s probably just feeding Nate junk out of vending machines.”
My first thought was that eating junk out of vending machines and staying in motels might seem like a cool adventure for a little kid, but Nate was severely attached to Phoebe, and Jim didn’t have the temperament to deal with toddlers. Phoebe was a little taken aback by the presence of all the people near the door, but Erin kept her attention as she bounced off the wall and approached us. “If I’d known you were in town, I would’ve invited myself.”
Desai laughed, genuinely sounding amused.
