UNHAPPY WITH MYSELF, I bordered on sulking as I drove. I didn’t like that I’d lost my temper to get my own way. However, reaching the drive-thru without incident brought a smile—a smug one, yes, but at least my mood improved. The promise of food could have been responsible for that, too.
Ethan’s bulky truck barely fit through the stupidly-narrow, winding lane for kiosk sales. I did consider parking and going in, until Nathan’s stern voice resounded in my head. At the first window, I gave an order large enough to raise eyebrows. Once the order had been taken, the reseal of the glass panes sucked away the smells from within while those that should have lingered carried away on the gale. My fingers drummed the steering wheel in impatience for my food. A few minutes later, the windows reopene
