“You can actually see the stars here?” she asked, as they left the building. “In London, the moon is practically all you can see at night.”
“Oh, yeah,” he said enthusiastically. “Of course, I don’t live downtown, where the light pollution will kill you. I’m out in Lakewood, west of town. The commute blows, but it’s worth it to be able to sit out on the balcony and see Orion in the winter and spring, or Lyra in the summer. Later this year we’ll have Venus in the night sky, right after dark.”
“That sounds nice,” she said politely.
“So, Monday?” he asked, as they stopped at her rental car, a sporty little two-seater.
“If I don’t kill myself between here and the hotel,” Ingrid sighed. “The rest of the world drives on the right side of the road. Why can’t you?”
“We do drive on the right si
