Franklin only ever uses the highway to drive to the airport for vacations to see his son. Tokyo, Paris, New York—Oliver has jumped from one city to the next for most of his life and finds it hard to imagine how anyone could enjoy residing so far from the buzz of the 6)CBD. But where Oliver hears buzz, Franklin hears nothing but 7)hubbub.
This year, father and son are not a great distance apart; at least not physically. If Franklin continues down the highway, he will reach the city in a few hours. There is not a definite point, but somewhere on the drive, 8)paddocks surrender to9)penthouses. Dirt roads and clean skies become clean roads and dirty skies. 10)Gumboots and11)overalls are replaced by 12)stilettos and silk ties. Franklin’s familiarity falters.
Sometime in the afternoon, the door bell rings and Oliver crawls out of bed, 13)zombie-like. Then, as if on remote control, he heads directly to the coffee maker and sets the 14)brew in motion. “Come on up.”
While Oliver sips 15)cappuccino and Franklin downs a few glasses of water, the 16)chit chat goes something like this:
“Are you only just getting out of bed?”
“That’s the city life, Dad. Work hard and play harder.”
“I’ve been up since the roosters start 17)crowing for as long as I can remember. Don’t suppose you have any roosters round here.”