III

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IIIWE DROVE PRETTY MUCH straight through. I don't know how Jean does all that driving. But I do understand why he invested in that up-scaled bucket seat with the air suspension. The other big investment was on the power steering, a smooth transmission, and what must be an endless supply of patience. Hami had been busy in the back for the last hour, rearranging things, and setting up some dishes so she'd be ready to start cooking when we stopped. I tried to see what she was working on, but she wouldn't have it. Just shushed me out of the back and told me to find something else to do. Like I had any choice. No matter how big this van was, it got cramped real quick. "Hey Hami, can I read one of your books?" "As long as you don't start wagging your jaw at me about 'mushy' romance." And punc

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