"CAN I ASK JUST ONE MORE??" I PLEADED AS FREDWARD ACCELERATED much too quickly down the quiet street. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to the road, again.
He sighed.
"One," he agreed. His lips pressed together into a crooked smile.
"Well... you said you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone... south. I was just wondering how you knew that."
He looked away, deliberating.
"I thought we were past all this," I waved my hand dismissively, "evasiveness."
He almost smiled.