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           Edwardwasinhiscaralready,twospacesdown,slidingoutsmoothlyinfrontofme,cuttingmeoff.Hestoppedthere-towaitforhisfamily;Icouldseethefourofthemwalkingthisway,butstillbythecafeteria.IconsideredtakingouttherearofhisshinyVolvo,butthereweretoomanywitnesses.Ilookedinmyrearviewmirror.Alinewasbeginningtoform.Directlybehindme,TylerCrowleywasinhisrecentlyacquiredusedSentra,waving.Iwastooaggravatedtoacknowledgehim.

           WhileIwassittingthere,lookingeverywherebutatthecarinfrontofme,Iheardaknockonmypassengersidewindow.Ilookedover;itwasTyler.Iglancedbackinmyrearviewmirror,confused.Hiscarwasstillrunning,thedoorleftopen.Ileanedacrossthecabtocrankthewindowdown.Itwasstiff.Igotithalfwaydown,thengaveup.

           "I’msorry,Tyler,I’mstuckbehindCullen."Iwasannoyed-obviouslytheholdupwasn’tmyfault.

           "Oh,Iknow-Ijustwantedtoaskyousomethingwhilewe’retrappedhere."Hegrinned.

           Thiscouldnotbehappening.

           "Willyouaskmetothespringdance?"hecontinued.

           "I’mnotgoingtobeintown,Tyler."Myvoicesoundedalittlesharp.Ihadtorememberitwasn’thisfaultthatMikeandErichadalreadyusedupmyquotaofpatiencefortheday.

           "Yeah,Mikesaidthat,"headmitted.

           "Thenwhy-"

           Heshrugged."Iwashopingyouwerejustlettinghimdowneasy."

           Okay,itwascompletelyhisfault.

           "Sorry,Tyler,"Isaid,workingtohidemyirritation."Ireallyamgoingoutoftown."

           "That’scool.Westillhaveprom."