“Thanks again for the ride.” “No problem.” “I won’t try to give you my number because I don’t think you’ll take it. But if you change your mind, the offer’s on the table.” I grunted a noncommittal reply. “Have a good day, Josiah.” “You too.” She got out and I waited until she opened the front door before I turned the truck around and left. My mom had drilled that into me.
