First Sentence Fridays – Chapter 22 and 23
I used to commute to Research Triangle Park, and there was always bumper to bumper traffic, but it was worse than usual that particular day. I’m not a discourteous driver. I always let people slip in if it’s obvious they’re trying to move into my lane. At any rate, on that particular morning, a car in front of me stayed so far back from the car in front of them, the rest of us behind him were at a standstill while everyone else, the lane beside me, the other one to the far right, all of them made slow, but steady progress. Cars poured into the gap he created. As cars took advantage, he would go forward a few feet, then stop.
After noticing this, and watching at least thirty cars swoop in, I got on his bumper to send him a subtle message. He stared in his rear view. He moved up some then braked hard. I stay glued anyway. He did the brake thing a couple more times. He rolled his window down, and flipped his hand in a “what???” manner. I raised my own, in the same way. In the meantime, I think fifty more cars had gone in front of him.
He sat. And the rest of us in that lane sat. I tried to go around him in the area intended for driver’s to pull over if they have a flat. The cars behind me tried to do the same thing.
He pulled his car halfway into that lane to block us off.
I blew the horn.
He got out of his car and stared me down.
I rolled my window down and said, “DRIVE! GO! OR GET OUT OF THE WAY!”
What did he do? Glared. He finally got back in his car, and proceeded to perform all sorts of bizarre maneuvers to lose himself. He zigged, and zagged in and out of traffic, and other drivers blew their horns as he cut in front of them. He drove like a lunatic until he was out of sight.
Very strange. Inexplicable.
I guess he was having a really bad day.
When I create bad characters, I think of odd moments like that. The behavior of someone so off the wall, it’s impossible to understand to the rest of us. At first Frank Fowler’s demeanor is simply curious, from the way he treats Sonny to how he treats Daniel. As the real Frank Fowler emerges, and brings change, it will affect Sonny, and her family, but Daniel most of all. Sonny hoped once the cotton was harvested, that would be the end of Mr. Fowler, but that wasn’t to be the case.
Mr. Fowler got somewhat scarce after the cotton was done, but then he started calling.
I’ll never forget what Daniel said when I told him.