“How the hell do you know?”       
     “Just a feeling.”                 
     “Beth, I could’ve killed a lot of 
people doing what I did.”              
     “I know. It’s why I won’t ever let
you drive. You’re a dork on crazy pills
when you get behind the wheel.”        
     “Your logic escapes me somehow. If
I’m that bad, shouldn’t I go to jail?” 
     “You’ve got good instincts, babe, 
and if we were being chased by a truck-
load of gangsters, you’d be the man,   
but you drive like that all the time.  
It’s nerve-racking.”                   
     “You know I was a stunt driver,   
right? I took classes and everything.” 
     “What’s that got to do with any-  
thing? And besides, you were in one    
movie, and it wasn’t even real. It was 
some high school project, and you      
* didn’t even drive more than thirty       
feet.”                                 
     “It was a college project, and I  
drove over a hundred feet.”            
     “I’m sorry to tell you  this, hot 
shot, but driving back to do a reshoot 
does not make it a hundred feet.”      
     “It does in my book.”             
     “Yours must be out of print, be-  
cause mine says thirty,” and that got  
us going round and round, jumping from 
subject to subject, like we always did,
until Barry called.                    
     Usually, I’m not around on Monday 
to do a round and round with Beth, but 
after what happened last Wednesday, I  
decided to ask for a couple days off.  
     I got up like  usual on Thursday  
morning, turned the TV on, and then    
called Alicia.                         



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