During the walk on the road, at least for a good part of it, we were silent. Nobody seemed to have a good subject, to begin with, not even me. Martin drove quietly, always looking ahead. If he did that in the city, he would be considered one of the best drivers. He was admirable. Angus drove a little too fast. I had been in the car with him a few times, but because of the speed, I had refused some of his invitations. I didn't mean any harm, but I feared for my safety and the baby's safety, so I opted to be safe. Until that moment, I could easily say that I would ride with Martin often if he kept driving the way he was driving. Martin didn't know where the place was, and the car had no GPS. In fact, no one in the neighborhood was involved with much technology, so we had no cell phones, only
