My only assumption is the battery died. Chrome’s phone flashes occasionally, but remains on silent, as does the rest of the truck for the drive back. I don’t want to poke a bear because he is in some kind of mood. His hands white knuckle the steering wheel and I catch him speeding over and over again.He lets out a deep breath as we finally reach our exit from the highway.“You gonna let it out before you explode on Star, dude?” I laugh, and try to break the nasty silence that is filling the air.“I hate letting people go.” He says without thinking about his answer any further. I can tell he didn’t want to let that out, but he had to.“You let them go? Why?” I ask. I’m unsure if I really want to know why he did what he did, but I am silently grateful my brother, no matter how fucked up or distant he is, didn’t end up somewhere in the Falls.“You remember that old Kenny Rogers song, the Gambler?” Chrome asks and I answer.“Yeah?”“Sometimes you gotta know when to fold ‘em and walk away.”
