The drive took twenty minutes, but Calvin was clearly exhausted and had dozed off minutes after we got in the car. As I pulled into the driveway, the garage door opened—obviously Eric was on watch, yet again, for our arrival. I drove into the deep cavernous space and parked. Eric's bright smile caught the meager light as Billy and Calvin came around from the passenger side. He shot his hand out in greeting. Calvin stepped back, but then timidly reached out and limply shook his hand. Eric said, “Listen kid, I hear you need some down time. I've got a room all set for you…clean sheets and towels and a TV with three-hundred channels of nothing but crap to watch.” He winked at Calvin and his smile broadened. Calvin smiled back, sort of, but he did relax, and that was the important part. Eric led us up a narrow stairwell that opened into a large hallway; from there we walked to the front of the house, where the main staircase was located. He waved his hand upwards. “Your room is the first door on the left…there's a bathroom right next to it.
