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Past
They exited to the garage where Adam’s hybrid sat waiting for them. She slid into the passenger seat, feeling all the more awkward. She’d had her town car for as long as she could remember. She didn’t even know how to drive.
Adam veered into traffic as he directed them across town to a grill he swore by. He pulled into a line for a parking garage, and she tried not to roll her eyes. She hated waiting.
“Just valet the car,” John said with a clear hint of impatience.
Finally, someone who understood!
“It costs more,” Adam responded, not moving.
“But, it’s faster.”
“By only a few minutes,” Adam said, still not budging.
She had never seen him so stubborn. Usually, he was relatively compliant.
“Come on, Adam,” she said, reaching out and touching his arm. “I’ll pay the fare.”
Jo
