“Fine, whatever.” Enraged, I got in my car and left. I gripped the wheel and drove slowly through the blocks, looking for Eisley. About a mile later, I saw her and slowed down. I rolled the window down and called to her. “Eisley, what are you doing?” “Go away!” She glared straight ahead and kept walking. “Eisley, come on, get in the car.” “No.” She took a deep breath and started to jog. I drove right along with her. “You’ve got good cardio,” I commented. “And stamina.” “Thanks. Go away.”
