I covered the exit, while Leanne helped her dad limp out of the Casino.

She got into the back and Charles sat in the passenger seat.

“Can you drive?” He asked.

“We’ll see,” I said.

The beast woke up, like I had poked it. I pulled its leg and we entered traffic among turtles, bugs, and tired rabbits.

I parked in front of my dad’s house.

“You’re a great wheelman. What’s your name?” Charles asked.


I could see that Charles was trying to place me. “Oh—like Andy from Toy Story?”

“No—it hasn’t come out yet. I think it’s a Western where I get the girl and ride off into the sunset.”

“That sounds right,” Charles said. He shook my hand with his one good arm.

I looked at Leanne. She smiled at me.

“Just have her back before dark,” Leanne’s daddy told me.

“Yes sir!” I drove out of the cul-de-sac, down the street, took a right, and we were gone.

The sun still gave us time.

“What do you want to do, Leanne?” She crawled into the front seat.

I got lost in her eyes.

“Let’s break our curfew,” she said.

The End

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