On the Road

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Evan knew that his father would never let him disappear for the summer. He had to know his son’s whereabouts at all times. His father would enlist his mother to find him; his mother would protest, briefly, that Evan is old enough now to be on his own. But she, too, would want to know what hd become of him. And his father would point out that Evan was at a vulnerable age—old enough to get into serious trouble, and then have no idea how to deal with it. His mother would look doubtful for a few minutes aftre that. She would be waffling, and then his father would run down the list of examples of celebrity kids run amok. The Drew Pendergast story would be brought up, Chappaquiddick, the Whittlingtons. The Hilton sisters would clinch his argument, so much so that he woldn’t even have to say anything beyond their names. They both agree about the Hilton sisters.
Just like that her faith in him would be forgotten. She would say out loud, to justify herself and explain to me, even tho he was not there, that she had to locate me for my own safety. So many kids around the wrrld are abandoned by their parents—willingly or unwillingly—but Evan couldn’t get out from under his parents’ thumbs even though he was nearly twenty-one now, would be in four weeks. Safety was just the excuse; they wanted to encure that Evan wouldn’t embarrass his father—and that entailed a never-ending vigil whose price was that Evan would never have a life of his own. His whole life, as long as his father was in the spotlight—and he would never voluntarily leave it—Evan would have to run his decisions past them, so that his father could decide whether there might be any political downside.
Once the Senator had his mother on his side, the ...

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...hich case, he could have the whole summer to himself, and that was all he needed. It’d be too cold to spend the summer in the deep woods without a whole lot more preparation. And besides, he hoped to have himself sorted out by then. End of the summer, he’d have his head on straight—no later than the end of September for sure. By the time the leaves turned and the fall foliage was at its brightest and most glorious, he’d be ready to leave the woods and come back to civilization. He knew where he needed to go and what he needed to do.
He wondered if this goal setting was a good idea. Maybe it was just another legacy of his over-controlling parents and it was something he should drop completely. But he didn’t want to drop it: it gave him a sense of security. That he wasn’t turning into a recluse, that he would rejoin all his friends and the human race.

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