The car was loaded up. Gordy looked over at Tiffany thinking they were taking too much to her sister's house, but he didn't dare say a word. The baby was asleep and they needed to head out before the traffic got to heavy.
"I dunno why you're worried. Nobody's going where we're going." Tiffany told him no one really wanted to go to Kearney.
"I-" He almost laughed at her assumption, but he laughed softly not wanting to get in an argument. That's when he looked in the rearview mirror and noticed Brick was already on his phone. Gordy started talking about folks who used to travel by caravan just to go to Denver. "Can you imagine us in a wagon with plow horses?"
Brick gave him a stare as if he really didn't need a lecture, but he put his phone away.
Gordy headed toward the interstate. They talked of the unusual flooding that happened after the great snow storm. "I'm glad we're not going to Iowa," Brick mentioned while Gordy dodged potholes in their Voyager.
Gordy kept smiling thinking of DesMoines. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his brother. Not that he really wanted to see him, but now since he was a dad he thought he ought to make an effort. Still, going the distance for Tiffany to see her sister was enough at the moment. It was quiet now so he made the time accordingly.
"You know, back in the day, before there were highways, people had to walk to work and they might only come home on weekends." Gordy decided he'd make his own Laura Ingalls Wilder story on the way.
Brick was texting again, but he put his phone away. At the moment Tiffany was slumbering just as much as the baby.
"Do we have to talk about this right now?" Brick tilted his head as if he didn't like Gordy's history story one bit.
"I believe we do," Gordy nodded. Otherwise, he might fall asleep.
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