“Are you alright Ben?” Gwen asked her cousin, frowning at her own concern the morose boy who stared out the side window of the Rustbucket at the red streaked bluffs flowing past the window.
“I’m fine,” Ben said in a voice that said he wasn’t as he watched the passing scenery.
“If you say so,” Gwen said. “I’m going forward to sit with Grandpa Max. At least I can carry on a conversation with him.”
“Whatever,” Ben said with a wave of his hand.
“How’s Ben doing?” Grandpa Max asked as Gwen sat down in the passenger seat and strapped in.
“About as well as you’d expect,” Gwen sighed. “Last summer Kai broke his heart and now we’re going back to visit her and her uncle. How do you expect him to react?”
“I know,” Max said with a sigh of his own, “but Ben had to deal with the pain sooner or later, and I couldn’t exactly turn Wes Green down when he asked us to come for a visit. Ben should be alright as long as he keeps reminding himself that he has Jane waiting for him back home.”