“All right,” he said. “But just to the turn by Miller Creek. Mama doesn’t like people coming up unexpected.”
Wendell opened the passenger door.
Jaylen hesitated before climbing in. His greasy hands hovered above the cream leather seat.
“It’s fine,” Wendell said.
Jaylen sat carefully anyway, holding the grocery bag in his lap like it contained something breakable.
The ride was quiet at first. The SUV floated over the rutted dirt road with a softness that felt almost insulting against the harshness outside.
Wendell glanced over. Jaylen was staring at the dashboard, not with envy, but curiosity.
“You really built a company?” Jaylen asked.
“I did.”
“What kind?”
“Renewable energy. Solar storage, grid management, battery systems.”
Jaylen’s eyes sharpened.
“Batteries that talk to each other?”
Wendell looked over.
“That’s one way to say it.”
“If one battery cell fails, the whole pack shouldn’t go down,” Jaylen said. “It should reroute. Like ants.”
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