He got out of the driver’s seat, and I scrambled out of the passenger side to follow him. “Well, then I’ll walk with you,” I said, and Frank stopped in the driveway and shook his head, turning to me. “That doesn’t make any sense,” he said, his voice patient. “Because then you’d have to walk back here, and I’m not letting you do that in your present state.” “Oh my god!” I said, maybe more loudly than I should have, since it seemed particularly loud against the quiet of the night, and Frank glanced toward my sleeping house. “Present! I forgot to give it to you! Hold on.”
