“Yeah, I haven’t driven this much since I came up from Lejeune for Aunt Mildred’s funeral. All the crap we’ve been moving hasn’t exactly made the damn thing happy either.”
Riadh held out his hand and a coffee cup with a lid appeared. “Just sugar and ibuprofen right?”
Dale chuckled and took the cup from Riadh. “Yes, thank you.”
* * * *
Parking in the middle of a city was almost always something of a nightmare. It took Dale twenty minutes longer to find a spot than he had hoped. It was a good thing he had budgeted some extra time into the trip.
“We have just under half an hour to get to the restaurant,” Dale said.
“How’s the shoulder?” Riadh asked.