After the shock wore off I opened the passenger door and admired the rolled and pleated seats. “This is awsome dude. Whose is it?”
“It’s all mine. I bought if off E-Bay.”
Everything inside the car was in show room condition. A little nagging voice inside my head whispered, ‘just like your dream.
Denny said, “Get in Gary, we gotta get the girls.”
I climbed in, sat back and enjoyed the deep rumble from the duel pipes.
Minutes later we parked at the curb in front of Marilyn’s house. “Gary, you mind riding in the back, I want my lady next to me.” Denny grinned.
“Absofuckinglutely,” I said climbing into the back.
Walking back to the car with his arm around her shoulders, Denny gave her a tour around the car.
All I could do was stare at her dress. It was the same dress she wore in my dream.
“Hi Gary, nice tux,” she said, sliding into the front seat.
“You look great, too, Marilyn,” I uttered.
On the short drive to Demi’s I scanned every car on the street. There were no old ones.