“Are you drifting into something bad, Adam?” he had asked straight one night, standing in the hallway with his coat still on. Adam stood near the door, defensive and too calm. “No, I swear I just drive. I don’t think I have to moralize the people I drive around, ” he replied.
“Small wrongs eventually become big charges,” Vance said. “You may think petty stuff won’t harm, but…” Adam rolled his eyes. “I’ve no idea what you’re preaching about,” he shot back. Vance closed his mouth because he didn’t know how to proceed when his son outright rejected every advance at good advice.