Sheena rolled into a spot near the start of the jogging trail, its soft, dirt path leading off on a slight upward incline between thick undergrowth. Engine off, Sheena sat back in her seat and stared at the path.
“What is it?” I said. “You worried about something that isn’t there?”
Sheena shook her head. “No. Nothing that I don’t expect.” Then with a jerk on the door handle and a more than needed hard push on the door she was out. But then, she did a strange thing. She got back in the car and pushed the driver’s seat all the way back. I mean, all the way, so that a big person wouldn’t have to adjust it.
It was turning out to be a warm day, so we lost our sweatpants and allowed the breeze to fan our legs. As we stretched out Sheena kept scanning the park’s distant, tall eucalyptus trees,
