"How about we take my car?" she asked as we approached a Nash 600, which looked to be a 1947 model. It was candy apple red with black wheel wells and whitewall tires. It looked like a car a teenager should be driving.
She drove us out to Armstrong Avenue, which ran by the Silver Lake Reservoir. I didn't know what the point was of going this far out, considering we had passed dozens of bars on the way.
She chatted mostly about running Hoofers. I let her speak, but she hadn't given me anything I could use.
Not yet...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Watch out, Jake. I’m surprised she didn’t take you to Cahoots... because I think she might be in it with Ty. Thanks for today’s episodes.
Christopher 9 months ago
You're welcome. I've enjoyed writing this one quite a bit. I think I got my mojo back!
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Whoever gave it back to you, Christopher, can you tell them to send me mine back too please?😁
Christopher 9 months ago
I'm not sure who it was! It just showed up again! Maybe it left of its own accord!