“Look,” Joshua pulled over to some metered parking spaces just outside the restaurant, “it’s just as I thought.”
They stopped, and Joshua slid the console gear lever into park. Harold reached between the seats and pulled it into drive. The car lurched and Joshua hit the brakes. “Are you crazy?”
“Are you allowed to say that?” he made sure Joshua saw his sarcastic smile in his review mirror.
“Boys, am I going to have to drive?” Maria asked, clearly annoyed.
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