Curving sharply, Orion sped onto the highway and headed north. And as he drove, he started connecting his phone to the radio. “Do you want to let me handle the music so you don’t crash?” I asked. “No.” He pushed play, and energetic yodeling blared from the speakers over a deep horn. Yodelieyoidieohwapidilieayeooo— I let out a long, slow breath. “Is this it?” I asked. “Is this what Hell is, right now?” Orion stared straight ahead. “Of course you can’t appreciate a skilled alphorn solo when you hear one. Philistine.”
Rowan shai and orion driving to hell
