NINETEEN
“Do you think they were lovers?” Vivian said as Freddie jumped on Highway 24 and drove west toward San Francisco. It was mid-afternoon and the traffic rolling toward the Caldecott Tunnel was still light. But once they cleared the tunnel and headed toward the Bay Bridge they would crawl all the way to the city.
Freddie gave her a cheeky glance. “No, but you were,” he said with a teasing smile.
“C’mon, I’m being serious.”
“So am I. You owe me a story, love. Remember?”
“Yeah, I remember,” Vivian said. “But this is more important.”
“Not to my readers it’s not.”
“Seriously, what do you think?”
“I think they were friends, nothing more.”
“I think she believed the rumors.”
“Must be tough to think the worst about a friend.”
“Yes, I suppose it is,” Freddie said. He chuckled. “In
