Driving

“You’ve got a knack for it. Always have. Never saw a boy who could handle a gun like you, even when you were a little kid. You could shoot like a grown man when you were twelve years old. Drive like a grown man when you were fourteen. I’d ask some of the mamas of your high school buddies what else you could do like a grown man, but I don’t think I want to know.”

Jake handed back the shotgun and said, “Driving just got me in trouble.”

“Street racing, you mean.”

Jake shrugged.

- Chapter 3