Chapter 5
Though Jim wanted Ronnie to get his head looked at, Ronnie convinced him to go straight to the farm. What if they ran into someone who started asking questions? Or worse, what if they ran into his parents? He wasn’t willing to risk that. He would’ve preferred getting the hell out of Nebraska, but he settled for the McCutcheon farm as second best.
The ringing in his ears was still bad when they arrived, and he missed what Jim said as they parked. Rather than ask him to repeat it, Ronnie got out and pretended he hadn’t seen Jim talking. He had to stop, though, when Jim touched his arm.
“Go lay down,” Jim said.
Because Jim sounded like he was talking through a wind tunnel, Ronnie nodded. Fighting to hear every word would only make his headache worse.
Grandpa Mac greeted him at
