“Say it again, Ms. Preston. Michelle. Please!”
Mr. Burkhardt was obviously getting desperate. His face was trembling. A look of deep passion was fighting with the fiercest, sternest look Michelle had ever seen. She closed her eyes and reached down into a well of strength she hadn’t known she possessed. She opened her mouth. She said, “Yeah!”
The word came out with a deeply satisfying, dead-flat certainty. She opened her eyes. She and Mr. Burkhardt blinked at each other.
There was a scraping groan from the front of the car, and they both turned to look in time to see a large branch, from the sycamore tree against which they had stopped, slide slowly down the hood and disappear in front of the car.
“Woah,” Michelle said.
“Yeah,” David replied.
The road goes ever on and on...
