HIS CHUBBY OBSESSION
“This thing got a sidecar?”
“Yes,” I whispered, seeing it now — a small attached seat.
“Put her in there. You get on behind me.”
“I don’t —”
“That car’s thirty seconds away. You want to have this conversation now?”
I strapped Charlotte into the sidecar, her sobs turning to hiccups. “Mommy, who is he?”
“A friend, baby. Hold on tight to Mr. Hoppy, okay?”
The man swung onto the bike and looked back at me. “You ever ride before?”
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