I asked, rushing down the path away from Trudy’s house. “It’s fine. I’m not upset.” Carrie fumbled the keys and they hit the sidewalk with a heavy metallic thud. She hissed a curse, grabbed the keys, and continued stomping her way to the car. “Are you sure? I only ask because you seem a little, um, wound up.” And I didn’t want either one of us to die in a motor vehicle accident. I stood beside the car, waiting for her to reach the driver’s side, waiting for her to change her mind and hand me the keys. Instead, she took the time to meet my eyes over the top of the sedan. “Why would you say that? I’m fine.” Once she was in the car with the door shut behind her, I climbed into the passenger seat. “I say that because we’re speeding off to a fire at your ex-husband’s business.” “And?” “Your ex-husband. This is Russ you’re rushing to help.
