The mechanic said the car definitely would not be fixed that day.My girlfriend, Eleanor Delaney, leaned against the car door and checked her phone for a while.Then, she handed me a ticket.“You can catch a six-hour bus at 1 p.m. You’ll get there just in time for dinner.”I glanced at it and asked, “For me?”“Yeah,” she said, pointing at the remaining SUV.“There are only four seats. Someone has to take the bus.”Edmund Turner, my best friend since we were kids, picked up his bag and said, “Let me go instead. It’s a long ride, and Everett would be bored sitting there by himself.”Another childhood friend of mine, Faye Howard, touched his shoulder. “Did you forget how sick you were yesterday?”My other childhood friend, Lily Concord, frowned and chimed in, “With your stomach, you’ll feel awful again tonight if you take that six-hour bus ride.”Eleanor had already set my suitcase by the roadside.“Everett will be fine.”Then, she tilted her chin toward Edmund and said, “He’s
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