Chapter 11
Jim won’t tell Alan where it is they’re going to eat. “I sort of have to know if I’m going to drive us there,” Alan points out.
But Jim shakes his head. “I’ll tell you how to get there, don’t worry. It’s a little hole in the wall but the food is fantastic. I hope you’ve never been there before.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be there soon.”
But Alan follows Jim’s directions, turning left then right then right again, until he’s so thoroughly lost in an unfamiliar section of downtown that he wonders if they’ll ever make it to the theater in time. Maybe they can find a McDonald’s and grab a couple of Big Macs at the drive-thru. If they happen to pass a McDonald’s. So far all he’s seen are houses crowding narrow streets.
After a good fifteen minutes, Alan sighs. “Where are we, exactly?
