Marble Falls Used Cars Novels & Stories

“Just… just danced too much I guess.” Bru laughs at that, tapping my arm once. It takes only a minute or two more for two cars to roll by the pavement where we’re waiting. One of them is Gerrard’s Aston Martin, I recall, while the other is a white, 1987 Ford Mustang. It’s pretty old, in a rough condition, I can tell, but Bru’s face lights up when it rolls up behind Gerrard’s car. The valet people who brought the cars from the parking exit the vehicles and head over to the owners to hand the keys.