“He looked like a nice guy.” MB and I laughed even harder.
Mary Beth and I looked at each other and fell out laughing. Somehow the pup remembered us and couldn’t stop yapping. Mary Beth and I turned to see the ‘good guy’, who I’d stalked, in his red truck with his yellow lab.
Incessant barking caused all three of us to switch our attention to the car stopped next to us. The speed limit was 65 for God’s sake! We got off the bridge and turned onto the main highway only to find the first traffic light red. “Because y’all picked me up late and you drive like a mawmaw! And like I want to die today!” I finally got in front a car that was putting along at 45 miles per hour. “Ollie, I swear to you if you kill us and I don’t get to see my child grow up I will haunt you even in the afterlife.
We were racing across the bay, but I was driving Mary Beth’s car and Zoey was in the back seat. Strangely enough I found myself in a similar situation to the time when Mary Beth and I had just gotten our Heaven tickets.
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