Darren beat me back to the condo and was already starting dinner when I got there. We didn’t talk at all about Carlos and what went down at the garage as we ate. In fact, we barely talked at all. I waited until after the meal was over and the dishwasher had been loaded to ask, “When are you going to get a new car?”
“When I need one.”
“You need one now.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my Blazer.”
“Darren, you’re driving an ancient SUV with over 150,000 miles on it.”
“So?”
“So get something else. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”
“How do you know what I can afford?”
“I know you can afford a better vehicle than the one you’re driving.”
“I like my Blazer. It gets me where I need to go.”
I snickered. “Yeah, when it’s not in the shop.”
“What should I get instead? A Lexus or some other
