Leaning back in my seat, I raised a hand and grabbed the Jesus handle and focused on counting the cars passing us in a bid to distract myself from obsessing over the speedometer on his dashboard. I could feel the tension emanating from him, his earlier friendliness replaced with stony silence, our conversation obviously the catalyst behind the shift in his mood. The silence enveloping us right now was thick and uncomfortable, and I was irrationally disappointed by this. I was more than disappointed. I was reeling. For the first time in forever, I had been enjoying myself. I had loosened up,
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