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Damon smiled, but when we got back in the car, he was brooding. “Strange how life is. Here one minute and gone the next.”
“Don’t worry about it too much.”
“I
guess. But seeing that, it’s like, what’s the point? You never know when your time is up.”
“Exactly,” I said. “So live every minute like it’s your last, and be grateful. The way I see it, that near miss was a message. We came close, but we weren’t meant to be in a car accident today. We were reminded of how fragile and precious life is, but we weren’t supposed to die. We were supposed to get you to college, and that’s what we’re going to do.”
Damon dipped his head, but then he grinned, said, “Okay.”
Johns Hopkins had changed in some ways since I was a student, but the Homewood campus was still an oasis of green quads and red-brick halls in the city of Baltimore, and I still felt the electricity of the place when we arrived. We were met by student volunteers, who steered us through the various lines and gave us a thick orientation packet for incoming freshmen.
We found Damon’s room and met his roommate—William Clancy, a lacrosse player from Massachusetts—and his parents. The boys seemed to click from the start. We helped them get squared away, and then there was an awkward moment when it was obvious they wanted the parents to leave.
“Walk me to the car,” I said. “There’s something down there that I want you to have.”
“Uh, sure,” Damon said, and he nodded to his roommate. “Be back, and then we’ll go to the welcome picnic?”
“Sounds good,” William said.
We got to the car, and I looked at him with fierce pride and love.
“What did you want me to have?” Damon asked.
I grabbed him and bear-hugged him, unable to stop the tears.
“Your mom,” I choked out. “She would have been very, very happy to see who you’ve become.”
Damon looked uncomfortable when I released him and stepped back. A few tears slipped from his eyes before he said, “Thank you, Dad. For everything.”
I couldn’t take it, and I bear-hugged him again and then told him to get going before I became a total, blubbering mess. He laughed. We bumped fists. And he was gone, into the place that had cut and sharpened me into a man.
Driving away was bittersweet; I was happy beyond words for his achievements but already mourning a part of my life that had begun in the loving care of Damon, my helpless infant boy, and ended just a few moments before, when my young man had walked confidently away.
Part Two
A Vigilante Killing
Chapter
13
I left the Johns Hopkins campus, drove around the corner, stopped, and put my head on the wheel. I’d known my son was leaving for months, but it had still flattened me.
My cell rang. John Sampson. I answered on the Bluetooth.
“You like pho?” he asked.
“If it’s made right,” I said, putting the car in gear. “Why?”
“Because one of O’Donnell’s sources puts Thao Le at Pho Phred’s in Falls Church at one o’clock this afternoon. Can you make it back in time?”
I looked at the clock, said, “With the bubble and siren, yes.”
“I’d cut the siren when you get close,” Sampson said, and he hung up.
I got back onto 295, put up the bubble, and took the car up to eighty-five, tapping on the siren to get folks out of the way and thinking about Thao Le.
