“I always drive like this.” She turned to flash a smile at me.
“Keep your eyes on the road!”
“I’ve never been in an accident, Beau—I’ve never even gotten a
ticket.” She grinned and tapped her forehead. “Built-in radar detector.”
“Hands on the wheel, Edythe!”
She sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle gradually drifted
toward eighty. “Happy?”

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