All four windows of the Fusion were down, the wind was whipping around inside the car, but my hair wasn’t getting tangled this time. I had pulled it back into a ponytail, twisted it, and clipped it onto the top of my head. I would let it down once we reached our destination, but for now, it was safe from the wind. It was a perfect summer day. The temperature had dropped to a more normal 87°, and the humidity was more bearable after the rain had come through last evening. “Do you think you should slow down a little bit?” I prodded Darby. After a year of too many tickets, I was more aware of speeding. At least I was when I wasn’t out of my mind with anger and driving while freaked out. “Nah, everything is under control,” he said smiling. “Have you ever been to the boat races?” “No, I haven’t,” I told him. “What can I expect? Do they drive around in a circle like at NASCAR?”
