Contrary to her race car entrance back at home, she was a good driver, handling the car with an easy confidence. They made good time, getting into the theatre with their popcorn and drinks just as the trailers were starting.
After the movie, they hopped back in her car and headed north again, back to Stevensville. They discussed the movie in louder than necessary voices accompanied by animated hand movements and much laughter.
As they neared the Walsh farm, their conversation started to wind down. “This was fun,” Kendra said. “I don’t get to do this a lot.”
“I guess it’s not the same, going to the movies with people old enough to be your parents.”
“They have their own friends, they don’t want to ‘hang out’ with a kid. And yeah, I don’t really want to ‘hang-out’ with them either. I’m gl
