Chapter FourA TRAGEDY
“A picnic?” Lori smiled. It was a perfect day for a picnic, and she loved it when they drove the Concorde.
“In Hawrelak Park. It's a beautiful day. We'll ride the paddle boats and have lunch,” Drake said. “We have some free time at work, Lori. Just lucky today, I guess. Come on, you don't have to walk home. You know what we said yesterday. Robyn's going to be at home with your mom if she needs somebody.”
“Will Julia drive?”
“Sure, it'll be good for her, and it'll be fun. Give my parents a break from the wheel.”
“Why don't you ever drive?” Lori leaned against Drake's shoulder and he moved away,
shuffled his feet and looked quite a bit like Henry Carter at that time, with his fancy mop of greasy blue-black hair and his chocolate eyes.
“I do sometimes, if it's the
