CHILDREN OF GODS
she said.
The trio emerged from the tree line into a large, neatly paved parking lot. There had to be almost two hundred cars parked there. Some of them were very expensive. I wonder. “So, you have a car here?” he asked Eliza.
She threw a sideways, guarded glance at him. “Yeah, why?”
“Oh, no reason. Just wondering. What type is it?”
“A Fiat 500 . . . and don’t you dare laugh or I’ll run you over with it.”