He’d tried to concentrate at church that morning and then later tried to watch a movie when he got back home, but kept having to rewind it because it wasn’t keeping his attention. Father’s Day came and went without a phone call from Beryl or the boys. That night he tossed and turned as his thoughts kept wondering why in the world Beryl had been in Silvermont. It was true that Silvermont was less than two hours from where they used to live. But she hadn’t usually frequented Silvermont. Greensboro or even Raleigh, but not Silvermont. What was she doing there on a weekday, no less? By Monday Travis had had enough of stewing over everything and trying to figure out what Beryl was doing in Silvermont as well as who the Urkel-looking guy was. He picked up the phone and did something he hadn’t done in months: he dialed Beryl’s cell phone number ready to give her the third degree with the barrage of questions he had swirling in his head. As soon as he heard Beryl’s voice say hello, he asked, “Who was that guy you were with at Alley’s the other day?”
