When AC came back to 2018 and highway 35, Rohan was tapping on his lap. Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
AC did it back, drumming on the steering wheel. Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Immediately, Rohan offered something longer. Rat-a-tat-tat. Pause. Rat-a-tat-tat. Pause. Rat-a-tat. Ta-tat. Ta-tat-tat-tat.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Pause. Rat-a-tat-tat. Pause. Rat-a-tat. Ta-tat. Ta-tat-tat-tat. AC echoed it once more.
“Wow. You’re good.”
“N-nah.”
The drumming sound changed when Rohan switched to the rounded, padded part at the top of the passenger side door. Boomity, boom. Pause. Boomity, boom. Pause. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boomity, boom.
Boomity, boom. Pause. Boomity, boom. Pause. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boomity, boom.
When Spud curled up tighter and put one of his front p
