We ran to my car, carrying her clothes. I looked over at her; the excitement of what we were doing did not quite cover the sadness behind it.
When we hopped in the car, I rubbed her shoulder soothingly, driving to the park. When we got there I picked up my phone.
Me: This will just take a second.
She nodded, looking away.
I dialed the number. George, the one guy I could count on to keep his mouth shut, picked up almost immediately. I was glad he lived in the area.
George: Hey man, what’s up?
Me: Not much (I smiled at the ridiculousness of that answer). Sorry, but I was wondering if you would do me a favor.
Him: Sure man, what do you need?
Me: You know that park on Laurel Drive?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Would you mind walking over and picking up my car? You can drop it off a block away from my house.
He paused. Him: Ok, sure. Do I ever get to find out why?
I laughed. Me: You’ll figure it out soon enough.
I could almost hear him grinning. Him: Cool. I’ll be there in ten.
Me: Ok, the key’s in the cup holder.