I had, at that point, taken him to see a truck.

That was the entire relationship.

He had sat in a Peterbilt in the northeast yard for eleven minutes and pulled the horn cord twice and it was, in his ranking of the events of his life, somewhere near the top.

Carmen said, “Yeah.

The truck guy.”

And my son said, “Okay,” and thought about it for a bit, and then asked whether that meant he could go in a truck again.

That was the first hour.

Dr.

Fontanez had told Carmen to expect exactly that, and had told her that the actual questions come somewhere between four hours and four weeks later, and that the job is to be available and not to prompt.

It was about five hours.