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Luther waited until he reached the bottom of Iris’s driveway to ask, “Where to?”
“I don’t know,” Adam said.
Luther drove down the highway, content to fill his vehicle with gas at the first station they passed and see where they ended up. After all, he had nowhere he had to be. He wasn’t welcome at his job. In the past few hours, he and Adam had both fought with their nearest living relatives, so that was off the table. He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised when Adam pointed at Harry’s Bar and said, “Let’s go there.”
“No,” Luther said. “I just got kicked out of Harry’s. We’ll find a better place.”
Luther lived closer to Plattsville than to Cold Springs, and fewer people knew him there. He got gas first (you never knew what would happen to the rest of your day once you set foo
