He handed me the keys and gave the instructions. With that, it was suddenly my responsibility to drive the girls home. Being part of a college music ensemble had many duties, but I hadn’t counted on this. It was late, it was dark, it was a long drive, and we were all very tired.
Dutifully, I took the keys and led our weary group to the lumbering white station wagon. We piled in, and by the time I merged on to I-69 West, the entire back seat was sleeping. Thank goodness, my friend Beth sat in front and chatted as I drove.
To this day, I am woefully negligent about checking my gas tank, but for some reason that night, it caught my eye. It was precariously low. Beth and I decided it would be best to start looking for a station sooner rather than later.
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