Flynn was still seething with anger as he climbed into his car and slammed the door. He tried not to think about anything but the evening ahead, but it was hard. Even
as he started the engine he could see his father's face, hear his father's voice. A memory; one of the few he had of Walter White that was actually pleasant.
If it hadn't been for Walt teaching him how to drive, Flynn wouldn't be backing out of the driveway now, on his way to take the prettiest girl in school to the dance. If
only Uncle Hank could see him now. He didn't have to wonder if Uncle Hank would be proud of him. He knew. He wondered if Uncle Hank would like Lindsay.
He could just imagine his uncle playfully punching him in the arm, giving him guff about having a girlfriend.
"Right, Uncle Hank. She's not my girlfriend. She's just a friend." Flynn would reply.
To which Uncle Hank would laugh. "Whatever you say, pal. Just watch yourself, okay? You're a good kid. You're a smart kid. But even good kids and smart kids make bad
decisions. Just… don't do anything you'll regret."
"Uncle Hank…"
"Just promise me you'll think about it before you make any rash decisions. I'm sure she'll be all dressed up, looking so pretty that you can't even believe it. God knows the first
time I saw Marie dressed up I almost couldn't help myself. But I'm glad I did."
Flynn laughed. "I know, Uncle Hank. You don't have to tell me any of this."
"You're right. I don't but I am. Now like I said she will be looking so pretty that you can hardly believe it, and you may even want to kiss her. That's fine… and I
encourage that, but if you do kiss her, just make sure things don't go too far if you know what I mean."
"Uncle Hank…"
"Promise me, okay?"
"All right fine. I promise. But trust me, you don't have to worry. This is Flynn you're talking to."
"Good. Now give me a hug, okay?"
Flynn reached for his broad-shouldered uncle, but like magic the man vanished into thin air. And when Flynn opened his eyes, he realized that he'd been deep inn
thought. His uncle Hank was gone and Flynn was sitting in the driveway, the car running and-
Damn, he was going to be late now! His heart pounding he resisted the urge to zoom backwards out of the driveway, the way his father-Walter-had done so many
times. The force of the surge almost always catapulted them foreword, increasing Flynn's fears that he'd hit his head on the windshield. Despite what his parents said,
he was already crippled enough. He didn't need brain damage on top of it.
Oh, Uncle Hank would be livid if he caught Flynn even thinking of himself as crippled, but there was no escaping the truth.
In the end, Flynn decided to drive the right way. As slowly and carefully as possible, he backed out of the driveway and started up the street. And as he drove he was
certain that this was going to be a night that he'd never forget. And that the news he'd received just moments before would be a distant memory.