It's after 11 by the time we leave Two Rivers. JoAnna doesn't offer to drive, and I make no fuss. The boys sleep, she reads, and I let my mind wander over an expanse of brain-cell terrain while cruising along Interstate 43 to Milwaukee. We visit the Broydrick office -- only Jeannie and Moira are there -- and eat lunch at a nearby arcade. By the time we get to the airport, we have a 45-minute wait before Barb deplanes. So begins a new and what portends to be a much different life in Middleton.
