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14. MIND OVER MATTER
He could drive well, when he kept the speed reasonable, I had to admit. Like so many things, it
seemed
to be effortless to him. He barely looked at the road, yet the tires never deviated so much as a
centimeter
from the center of the lane. He drove one-handed, holding my hand on the seat. Sometimes he
gazed into
the setting sun, sometimes he glanced at me -- my face, my hair blowing out the open window,
our
hands twined together.
He had turned the radio to an oldies station, and he sang along with a song I'd never heard. He
knew
every line.
"You like fifties music?" I asked.
"Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!" He shuddered.
"The
eighties were bearable."
"Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" I asked, tentative, not wanting to upset his
buoyant
humor.
"Does it matter much?" His smile, to my relief, remained unclouded.
"No, but I still wonder..." I grimaced
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