Seventeen
The Goblin, Glortt
It was technically not a lie that Blemm had driven a car. He’d driven his neighbor’s new truck years before on his farm. Unfortunately, he had driven it exactly thirty-one feet, in a straight line, directly into a tree. So it was a challenge at best to navigate Kalum’s car out of the parking lot without doing damage to it or to others.
Now, on the open road, Blemm felt more at ease. He’d grown accustomed to using the accelerator and cruised along at a steady pace, feeling greater confidence in his driving prowess with each passing mile. He even received a compliment on his driving from a fellow driver, who had followed closely on his tail for some time, finally racing up alongside and yelling out to him, “Nice driving, Grandpa!”
Blemm waved at the man and r
