The drive back to the Pyramid feels longer – likely, because Neil is driving less like a possessed man and more like a guy who values his own life, as well as the lives of others in his car.
The storm has even eased up some. The rain is more like a drizzle now. There’s still lightning but it’s distant. The thunder is more rumbling that crackling fury.
Neil’s mad at me. I can feel the chill radiating off of him more than the air conditioning.
I’m not sorry for the things I said. Neil is way too controlling for his own good. And there’s always going to be instances where his planning is not going to be good enough for reality. Chaos is inherent to life. He can run from it, but there’s no escape.
If he doesn’t learn to relax, to release some of that tight anger within him, he’s going to h
