The driver looked at the crack in the rear window. "Mr. Kingston, the car…"

"Never mind that. Was the water splashed on him?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The driver was speechless.

It had always felt like Yale had been holding himself back. He would either explode in silence or do something twisted while still suppressing himself.

Ever since Yale broke through the normal conventions and began to let loose, people rarely understood him.

…

Olivia observed the buildings in the village. "Ethan, was this