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“
So
what
sort
of
car
is
this
?
”
“
It
’
s
an
Audi
R8
Spyder
.
It
’
s
a
lovely
day
;
we
can
take
the
top
down
.
There
’
s
a
baseball
cap
in
there
.
In
fact
there
should
be
two
.
”
He
points
to
the
glove
box
.
“
And
sunglasses
if
you
want
them
.
”
He
starts
the
ignition
,
and
the
engine
roars
behind
us
.
He
places
his
bag
in
the
space
behind
our
seats
,
presses
a
button
,
and
the
roof
slowly
retracts
.
With
the
flick
of
a
switch
,
Bruce
Springsteen
surrounds
us
.
“
Gotta
love
Bruce
.
”
He
grins
at
me
and
eases
the
car
out
of
the
parking
space
and
up
the
steep
ramp
,
where
we
pause
for
the
gate
to
lift
.
Then
we
’
re
out
into
the
bright
Seattle
May
morning
.
I
reach
into
the
glove
box
and
retrieve
the
baseball
caps
.
The
Mariners
.
He
likes
baseball
?
I
pass
him
a
cap
,
and
he
puts
it
on
.
I
pull
my
hair
through
the
back
of
mine
and
pull
the
peak
down
low
.
People
stare
at
us
as
we
drive
through
the
streets
.
For
a
moment
,
I
think
it
’
s
at
him
…
and
then
a
very
paranoid
part
thinks
everyone
is
looking
at
me
because
they
know
what
I
’
ve
been
doing
during
the
last
twelve
hours
,
but
finally
I
realize
it
’
s
the
car
.
Christian
seems
oblivious
,
lost
in
thought
.
The
traffic
is
light
and
we
’
re
soon
on
Interstate
5
heading
south
,
the
wind
sweeping
over
our
heads
.
Bruce
is
singing
about
being
on
fire
and
his
desire
.
How
apt
.
I
flush
as
I
listen
to
the
words
.
Christian
glances
at
me
.
He
’
s
got
his
Ray
-
Bans
on
so
I
can
’
t
see
what
he
’
s
feeling
.
His
mouth
twitches
slightly
,
and
he
reaches
across
and
places
his
hand
on
my
knee
,
squeezing
gently
.
My
breath
hitches
.
“
Hungry
?
”
he
asks
.
Not
for
food
.
