Crap. Crap. Crap.
Crap. Crap. Crap.Tristan was backing up faster than I anticipated.
I felt like I was in the Fast and the Furious movies. My heart pounded as images whizzed by. Or I thought they were. It was hard to tell in the dead of night. Once I got off the private driveway, I spun us around. Jane screamed and grabbed the Oh crap handle above the door. I gunned the engine and flipped my lights on.
Oh crap “Turn them off,” Jane said.
“I have to see where I’m going.”
With no streetlights, the darkness immersed us. I might hit a deer or go off the road.
Jane was saying something when we heard Tristan’s truck. In the rearview mirror, I saw his jalopy back into the road and drive in the opposite direction. And just like that, the excitement was over. Jane let out a gasp, as if she’d
