"Crap," Roger sighed. It was as if he should have known now just what Olivia was doing. "You would, wouldn't you?"
"Would what?" She was playing it as a guessing game. "Hmm?" She kept driving down the interstate toward St. Louis.
Roger kept his arms crossed.
"You called her, didn't you?" Roger was almost seething.
"Called who?" Olivia squinted, but didn't look at him directly after all she was a very careful driver.
"My Mom." He said so angrily.
"What is it with you and her, anyway?" Olivia shrugged.
"She," Roger shook his head. "She left me and Dad."
"Oh." She made it sound as if it were just yesterday or just for the weekend.
Roger hugged himself more, trying to not be angry.
"I don't want to stay there." He then told her.
"All right." She nodded. "I have my credit card. But you can have dinner with her before the show. We're meeting her at Applebees."
"You talked to her?" How dare she. Behind his back.
"She doesn't get much time away, you know, she's busy with the baby." Olivia told him.
Roger swelled a frown then. He didn't want to hear about a baby. Not that baby. Not his baby brother. His half-brother. The brother he'd never seen.
"Fine." He looked out the window. He saw a bill board welcoming him to Missouri, and all the things to do. He felt so angry, but then he felt so sad. Why did he have to be this way?