I asked—” “Since I’m sitting right next to you,” he said, trying not to snap, “I was sorta able to follow the conversation. Look, I can go all night. Drive,” he added when she went red. “I can drive all night. If you want to, curl up in the back, go to sleep.” “Well, we bought all this camping equipment.” “You. You bought it all.” “Right. And it’s”—she looked at her wrist—“eight-thirty. We could stop, maybe sleep for a few hours.” “And make some burgers?” “What?” she cried. “We just dropped twenty bucks at McDonalds!” “Oh, Big Macs,” he scoffed. “They’re more like an appetizer than an actual meal.” “Actually,” she said frostily, “if memory serves, someone insisted we stop so he could get the toy in the Happy Meal.” “It’s for my friend’s kid,” he tried not to whine.
