Charlie lived way out in Dinwiddie, a good half hour drive from the shop, but Lamar got lost along the way and wouldn’t admit it. “I know where I’m at,” he’d growl whenever someone asked. Night fell around them as they drove down a single lane highway hemmed in on either side by acres of farmland. Every time Colin saw a cow he’d moo, which set Stacy giggling again, but after an hour or two Lamar punched their friend in the arm to shut him up. At each driveway they passed he slowed down, leaning forward on the steering wheel to peer at the house set back miles from the road. “This might be it…” he’d murmur.
It never was.
When they saw the sign for Waverly, Lamar started to curse. “Goddamn fucker!” he yelled, his voice loud in the close car. The windows were up and the air conditioning tur
