To my surprise, driving Elio's truck was smoother than what I initially thought. Albeit, I have nothing to compare it with since I don't have a car of my own. My father taught me how to drive at the age of fourteen but I have yet to attain my license. I'll add that to my growing to-do list. Especially since I'm gonna need a car for when I go off to college in less than a year.
Elio keeps checking the back seat whenever we hit a road hump making sure Ayla isn't awoken by the thud.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"As long as it's not a stupid one," Elio replies.
If he expects me to ask the name choice of his rest-in-pieces car, then he's dead wrong. "Does Ayla have a problem with alcohol? I mean, you know."
"If you're asking if she has an addiction to drinking then no, she does not."
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