I wasn't trying to say we were friends, but our brief cheesy chili summit about money served to remind us that we did have at least one thing besides Jeremy in common, and it was kind of the reason that I would be sitting next to Thumper in a car or at a diner pretty much every minute of the foreseeable future.
He had said as much maybe twice yesterday as we shot north out of Miami, but I wasn’t looking to be engaged. It was still a conversation I wasn’t sure I was ready to have, but with nothing to look at besides backwoods Georgia, the highway, and each other, we’d have to eventually talk about something.
“I can’t believe they can get away with something like this,” he said after we’d been back on the road about a half an hour. I was gulping down a Twinkie from out of the box we had bo
