“So you’re going to do it.” “I’m not promising anything. Not yet,” I said. He followed, opening the passenger door first. By the time I got in, he’d already buckled up, seemingly carried by an understanding of my tone. “But I don’t want to be selfish. There’s enough of that in my family. Aunt Laura taught me that. And—” I turned the key “—she had good taste in music. Always trust someone with good taste in music.”
