David returned to Chicago. He arrived a little bit after one in the afternoon. He hadn’t been forced to walk. A kind, or misguided, commuter had picked him up and drove him all the way to Chicago, to O’Hare airport.

David had accepted the ride, but hadn’t really cared either way. The entire drive he was silent. He had nothing to say, other than the obligatory “thanks.” The driver who had picked him up didn’t seem to mind. The man chattered on and on about his entire ...