Chapter 18
Jojo grabbed another tissue and pinched his nose. He started nose bleeding on the plane. It stopped, and then it started again while he was in line to pick up a rental car.
Customers behind him kept safe distances from him as the rental car agent processed the paperwork.
“You don’t need a map, do you?” The agent asked. “Here’s your driver’s license back. By the way, it looks like you’ve got the old style driver’s license. They’re going to Real ID technology. You need to update by your next birthday, not tomorrow. Happy Birthday, by the way. Oh, and here’s your credit card.”
“Thanks,” Jojo said. He slid his California license into his wallet. He slid the credit card behind it, too. He’d lucked out that his license didn’t expire for another year, and that he kept it, even thou
