It’s a year later. Nothing interesting (read: Dean-related) happened in the meantime.
Sal writes Dean a letter and sends it to San Francisco. Dean shows up about a week later on Sal’s doorstep in New York. Or rather, his brother’s doorstep in the midst of a family gathering.
He has Marylou and a friend named Ed Dunkel with him.
Wait a minute, you’re thinking, I thought he divorced Marylou to get with Camille? Yes. Yes, he did.
Dean has been working on the railroad and actually saving the money he made to buy the car he drove to New York in.
Sal starts to think Marylou looks hot, possibly because she hasn’t been sleeping.
So here’s the story: Ed married this girl named Galatea so that she would pay for them all to go to New York and see Sal. They picked up a mother and her mentally retarded child who Dean had a great time with. When Galatea ran out of money, they ditched her.
But how did Dean get back with Marylou? On a whim. A whim followed by ten hours in a hotel room. Because really, she’s the only woman he ever loved.
Incidentally, Dean is a ninety-miles-an-hour kind of guy.
Sal realizes two things: first, his family thinks Dean is absolutely crazy, and second, that Dean has gotten a lot crazier since they last met.
Dean drives (wildly) and ruminates (wildly) about his (wild) past which he’s totally digging. Or which he dug, at the time.
He does everything frantically, with a concern for time and mad, constant movement.
Sal muses on the difference between his quiet, family life and the bright-lights-flashing musical that is Dean Moriarty. Then he prepares to head on the road – again.