After he left, we looked for him for a couple of hours, then started to doze off on a park bench near where we last saw him. Eventually we had to head back to Pete's mom's house. We supposed that we lost Ross forever. Maybe it was inevitable. Some people seem always on the cusp of slipping away, and sometimes I am feel like one of them too. We got back to the house, slept and had some breakfast. Next thing, Ross waltzed in through the front door whistling like nothing happened, and announced he was gonna grab a hot shower. Later, he gave us cassettes the new friends he made under a bridge somewhere gave him. That is not a metaphor. They were country tapes, the kind you still find new in truck stops.