Choosing a destination
Sometimes I would just go round and round, waiting for the right time to distract her from the story that she had been telling me about her work or the trip to New York that she was taking when it would happen. She would realize where we were and immediately tell me what I knew all along.
“Do you know where the hell you are?”
My normal response was, “I was just enjoying talking to you, and we really didn’t have a set plan so I thought we’d take a drive.”
Most days, she would nod her head and immediately went back to her story and I would go back to just driving.
But today she wasn’t having it.