“Man,” Owen said, blinking as he pulled over by the curb, “that was really something.” “Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.” “Everything, huh?” He was looking at me as he said this, and I had a flash of his face just moments earlier, staring up at the windshield, listening so carefully. Maybe sometime, I would be able to say everything I’d thought at that moment. And even more.
