Chapter 11The next day, Zen waited eagerly for the day’s delivery. When it came and there was no brake cylinder among the delivered packages, he swore loudly.
“Sorry, man.” Scott skimmed through some papers on his desk.
“It’s cool. We knew it was more likely to arrive tomorrow. It’s just…” He shrugged. “…I hate driving under time pressure. I want to be able to stop and have a look around if I see something interesting; spend the night if I see a beautiful place, eat at restaurants that look memorable. You know, take the day as it comes.”
Scott watched him for a second too long. “And Fred is okay with that?”
“With what?”
“With the whole free spirit thing. You going from place to place with nothing but the clothes on your back, allowing whatever thing you find alluring to pull you in.”
