I’ve been thinking about Bobby and Shelly, trying to help Becky at the diner. It really reminded me of Bobby’s parents, when he was a kid–trying to break through to him so ineffectually. Not really knowing what to say, and feeling powerless to breach the distance.
To me, Bobby especially feels like he’s in a similar place to his father, all those years ago. Garland’s job kept him divorced from his family–away for days at a time, on secret missions he couldn’t share. Bobby’s more literally divorced. But the effect is the same.
He’s gotten himself ensnared in this huge mystery–his father’s mystery, that’s so much bigger than one family’s troubles. But Bobby might find some personal answers, alongside the bigger ones he’s seeking. Maybe the upcoming trip into the lodges will arm him with some tools to help Becky–like his father’s dream did for him, when they sat at a booth in the RR together. Just as he’s doing with his daughter, here, now.