said.
âCan I come in?â
âSure.â
The door opened. My father walked in and stood there. He wasnât wearing his suit. No tie, no shiny shoes. Just a T-shirt and jeans. He was smiling.
âYou get fired?â I asked.
âI wish. No. Iâm just taking a day off. Stress leave, as they used to call it. R and R.â
âRock and Roll?â
âRest and relaxation. I want you to join me.â
âCut school?â
âYeah. Cut school. I want to take you someplace. You have any good hiking shoes?â
âSure.â
My mother had an appointment with her doctor and I was happy for that. I truly was worried about her. She needed some kind of help and I was glad she was turning to a professional.
âYour motherâs been under a lot of pressure,â my father said as he drove us out of town and east towards the nature reserve called Traverse Ravine, a place heâd taken me to several times when I was young. A deep gully, a rift really, that was said by geologists to be the fault line where two ancient super-continents had once collided: Gondwana and old North America. It was an extraordinary place where you could find exotic rocks like amethyst, magnetite, and even fossils of creatures long extinct â fish and underwater insects.
âIâm worried about her,â I said. âThereâs something wrong, isnât there?â
My father tightened his grip on the wheel and seemed ready to tell me something that he had been holding back. âI havenât been doing a very good job as a father â or a husband, for that matter.â
âYouâve been busy.â
âToo busy. Thereâs got to be more to life than work.â
âSomebodyâs gotta pay the bills,â I said, mouthing the cliché.
âWell, when you get to my age, you realize that maybe all that effort you put into your career isnât worth it, after all.â
âSo what is this then that youâre going through? Midlife crisis, male menopause, or what do they call it now?â
âThey call it taking your head out of your ass,â he said, rather surprising me with this choice of words.
I suddenly felt a whole lot more relaxed. Up until then, I had been thinking there was some hidden agenda here, like he was about to tell me some deep dark secret. I donât know what â that he was having an affair with another woman or that he was laundering illegal drug money. I had a bad habit of letting my imagination take over â like that daydream the day before in math class.
âIâve saved enough. Iâve invested. I could quit tomorrow if I wanted to. We could move, even. Where would you like to go?â
âAustralia,â I said. âOr New Zealand.â
âEntomological heaven,â he said. âI hear the people are friendly, too.â
âOr maybe Tibet,â I said, thinking about the promise I made to Robyn.
âTibet? Really?â âJust kidding,â I said. I didnât want to have to explain.
âBut Iâm serious,â he said. âMaybe itâs time for a change. Do you remember much about when we lived in Scotland?â
It was odd the way he phrased that. âI remember when we
visited
Scotland. You and Mom lived there before I was born. We were only there for two weeks, werenât we?â
He cleared his throat. âSomething like that. Thatâs what I meant. Visited. Remember the standing stones and the deep lochs? And those castles?â
This morning I had been thinking about that trip and about the drive through that valley &hellips; the one that had been part of my daydream. âWhat was the name of that town where we stayed at the farm?â
âFort William.â
âRight. Just north of Glencoe. It was eerie there, like that massacre had just happened last week.â
I now remembered that I had picked it out on the map and wanted to go