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| "Portland? Good lord, kid. That's a twenty-hour
drive." "I didn't plan on driving it." "Train?" "Plane." "You're going to fly to Portland to see a show?" "It's not just any show. It's Bob Dylan." Bob Dylan was Tracey's favourite performer since she started listening to music. Emil, her boyfriend, was also a big fan. That was what started their relationship in the first place. They bonded over music when they were thirteen, and have been all but inseparable since. "Tracey, you're not flying to Portland to see a Bob Dylan concert. Not this summer. I can't afford that." "Emil said he'd pay, like a birthday present." "Don't do that to the poor boy. He can't pay for you two to go halfway down the country to see Bob Dylan. Besides, his parents would never allow him to go." "When you turned eighteen you and Mickey went to San Francisco. And that was for a week. I'm talking about two or three days." "She and I planned that trip a year in advance when we started saving for it." She plopped two eggs into boiling water. "And I called Dad every day to check up with him. Would you at least call?" "So I can go?" "I can't tell you not to go; you'll be eighteen. You'll be a legal adult with the right to do whatever you want within the limits of the law. The only place I will have is as a guiding hand." "So I can go?" "I'm not paying for it." "I told you, Emil would pay for it. He's already gotten the okay from his folks, on the notion that it's a birthday present for me. He said he'd pay for the hotel and everything." "Hotel?" "Yeah, hotel." "No, no, no. No hotel for you and Emil. I cannot condone that. You know I can't." "Cal, it's not like anything unusual would happen. It's just sleeping in a hotel one night. Christ's sake." |
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