“I’m going to miss Debbie,” he says, handing me the keys. “Debbie?” Maren narrows her eyes. “Diego named my Land Rover Defender Debbie,” I say, leading her behind the garage to Debbie. “This is your vehicle?” Maren asks with a shocked expression. “It’s . . .” I offer her multiple choices. “A classic? Beautiful? Magnificent?” She mumbles with a nervous laugh and a tiny headshake, “Unexpected.”
