Chapter 13: Damian and Ridge, Traveling
Plosher Road, 36 miles south of Boardman, Ohio
The northwest trip turned into everything it shouldn’t have been, Damian thought. Not only had Ridge floated off and away into his quiet and standoffish world, the front passenger’s side tire on the Frontier blew after Damian attempted to swerve to miss a pothole the size of an army tank, but instead hit it dead on.
Good thing Ridge didn’t mind changing tires and getting grease and grime on his hands.
Damian watched the man peel off his shirt, glow in the summertime sun, and remove the bad tire, replacing it with a good one. The entire process took almost forty minutes, which turned out to be plenty of time for Damian to sketch, although nothing had surfaced on his pad.
They traveled well together.
