“Honest. I wouldn’t tell you a wild tale, Mari.” He reached across to squeeze her hands again, then drew back and started the truck. “Where to now, Cinderella?”
“Is it really almost midnight? I hate to just admit it’s all over and go home.”
“Actually, it’s about nine-thirty according to my watch. When you’re ready, I’ll take you home, but until then, we can go anywhere you want. I’ll take you to that party if you want to go and wait for you or come back later and pick you up, whenever you want to leave.”
She shook her head. “Oh, no. I don’t—I’d never fit in with them. None of the Reservation kids will be there, not that I’m really one of them either. I guess we can drive around a while, just a little. I know you have to work tomorrow and I do too.”
He nodded, eased the truck out of the
