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Show Blue Run/40 moment-in no uncertain terms-two weeks later, when she called after midnight to beg a ride to the jail downtown, where Cap was being held for DWI. Her mother, Meg, was not to find out about this, so Renee had to borrow bail money from Sammy as well. She had to see the look on Cap's face when she showed up with him at the jail, see Cap search the tile floor while Sammy and the deputy talked about last week's game, the problem in the passing attack. The war was all but over. She'd turn sixteen in Maryland where Cap would get on with the Pentagon and they'd buy a nice tri-level outside the beltway and take summer trips to Chincoteague and Assateague where wild horses swim shallows between islands. Not long after we met, Renee took me out there, to Assateague National Seashore where we camped through a three-day thunderstorm and got plowed on vodka and cranberry juice. Capecodders for sailor's daughters, she said on a morning when the thunder drove us crazy and we could hear high tide breaking over the dunes. Florida is one big, long blur, let me tell you. You can't see the ocean, but it's out there-all up 95 to Jacksonville Bay, where we hit an exit and fill up. Renee and Lara go potty while I do the windshield. When I check, the oil's bone dry-dead empty, we could have blown the head off our stolen Pathfinder. She takes all of four quarts, and I stash four more in the hatch just in case. "Didn't you take care of that back at Pop's?" "I thought so " Lara says, "Why are we here?" We take Highway 10 toward Live Oak and Tallahassee-the most dangerous road on the planet, the gas station man who sold me oil claimed Driving east to west, the sun's bright in our faces Afternoon comes on-my left arm burns through the window. "Happy Father's Day, daddy. You okay?" Renee reaches for my hand, squeezes it. Behind |