time I got up and headed to the door, Mirriam was in my kitchen. âHope your momâs not one of those âshoot first and ask questions laterâ kind of people,â she said.
âSheâs at work. The back door?â
âUh, do my mom and Abrahem both work nights, meaning theyâre at home during the day?â
I laughed. âHow did you get back there?â
âI took the dirt road and jumped your fence.â
âI should get a dog. You never know when a psycho might jump the fence and let themself in.â
She laughed. âShut up. How are we going to get to Austin without being seen?â
I shrugged. âOnce weâre off this road, weâll be fine.â
âYou canât walk.â
âThatâs why weâre driving.â
âItâs going to be hard to get in the car.â
âIâll be okay.â
But she was right. Getting in the jeep was no easy feat. I grabbed the handle over the seat and held my breath as I crawled in the passenger side.
âAre you okay?â Mirriam asked.
âYeah, Iâll be all right.â
She crossed her arms. âBut youâre on the wrong side.â
I grinned at her. âItâs going to be a long time before Iâm driving, sweetheart.â She looked like she was ready to kick my ass, and it was awesome. She was so cute when she was mad.
âI donât even have a license.â
âDonât speed.â
She growled, but she got in the driver side.
âThe one on the left is the clutch. Youââ
âI know what the clutch is,â she snapped. âI just need a minute to adjust. The steering wheel is supposed to be on the other side.â
I laughed. âDorothy, youâre not in Kansas anymore.â
âWhoâs Dorothy?â
Right. Weâre from two different worlds. âOkay, weâre watching the Wizard of Oz.â
She shook her head. âWhatever.â She sighed.
âThe steering wheel is where it belongs. The problem is youâre used to driving on the wrong side of the road.â
âUh, the steering wheel goes on the other side everywhere else in the world.â
I laughed.
She flipped the ignition, opened the garage door, and adjusted the rear-view mirror, which currently displayed her house.
She blew out a heavy sigh and reclined her seat, while my jeep jumped around and died.
âCan you drive a standard?â I asked as she cranked the truck again.
âNo, this is the only place on Earth where standards are driven.â We rolled out of my driveway with Mirriamâs seat horizontal. There was no way she could see. âDo you know how much automatics cost in the rest of the world? Or the price of gas?â âCalm down, girl. It was just a question. You should probably sit up.â
âDo you want to drive?â
Point taken.
By some miracle, she was able to come to a halt at the stop sign.
âCan you see?â
âNot really, so if you think a train is coming at us, itâs probably a good idea to say so.â
âWhy do you want to drive with your seat laying down?â
âSo no one sees me.
âGreat. Well, youâre clear.â We turned the corner and Mirriam coasted into the curb. âThese tires are new.â
âThis was your idea, genius.â
The car died again, and Mirriam sat her seat up, scooted closer to the pedals, put the car in first, and took offâsmoothly. âYouâll have to tell me where to go.â
âWe should probably take Phantom Soldier. Itâs less busy than 35.â
âWhere is this Phantom Soldier? And do you not find it slightly disturbing that even the highway is named after a soldier here? Phantom. Seriously? Whatâs up with that? It sounds creepy.â
âItâs called Phantom Soldier, because the soldiers take it to Austin to drink and come home. Lots of deaths on this highway at night because
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