No more than five or ten words had passed between the three of them in that state, and few more were spoken as they traversed Massachusetts. “The bridge is coming soon,” Michelle said, surprising Donnie. He had entered a bit of a zone as he drove, his eyes being the only part of him that moved quickly, scanning the horizon for any sign of…anything. He nodded to himself, but didn’t speak. Michelle was right; they would be to Buzzards Bay and the two bridges that provided the only road access to the cape within five or ten more minutes. After another short bit of silence, Michelle spoke again. “What do we do when we get there?” “Take the tunnel,” Salvisa grunted from the back seat. Michelle turned to see the old man. He was slouched in his seat, looking out the window like a petulant child. “The tunnel?” she said. “The Cape Cod Tunnel.
