I was the last to get picked up, and I’m the last one left in the limo on our way home.
“Hey, Earl?” I say as we head down Whittaker Avenue. “Would it be okay if we make an extra stop?”
“Fee’s paid for eight hours,” Earl says over his shoulder. “It has only been six. I’ll stop any place you want..”
So I give him the directions. I know it’s late, but there’s someone I really want to visit.