Once they were several miles away from town and hadn't seen another person or vehicle for at least fifteen minutes, Ezra pulled over. "Would you like to have a go?" he asked Meg, gesturing at the steering wheel.
"Me? Drive a motor coach?" Meg asked, shocked.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Why, I wouldn't know the first thing."
"It's not difficult. I can teach you," he replied. Before she had the opportunity to decline again, he began going over all of the various parts, showing her how they worked.
When he'd finished, Meg decided it sounded simple enough. Deciding one only lived once, she shrugged and said, "All right then. Why not?"
They quickly switched seats, and once she was behind the steering wheel, she realized her hands were shaking. "We'll just take it nice and slow," Ezra cautione
