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Show 120 "Sometimes," Katie said thoughtfully, her voice firm but without that hard edge, "I'm like that. There's nothing I'd rather do than drive. Simply drive. Or, I used to be, anyway." The light turned green. "Turn right here," she suddenly said. "Here?" "Yes. Right here." Sharon turned right, onto the main street leading away from the center. "We'll go on down to Dingle's," Katie said, "it's been a long time since I've been down there." The store was down in Redondo Beach, over a half dozen miles away: Sharon felt a surge of pleasure at the prospect of driving that far. But this was not like Katie, to go out of her way like this. It was not like her to be so silent, so thoughtful. But at least she was not watching her drive, Sharon was thankful for that. When she came to Sepulveda, she turned right again, toward the ocean, the traffic was still light. Earlier that morning it had rained, but now the clouds were scattered, the sun drying the asphalt and the buildings. There was no smog, because of the rain, everything was sharp and clean as far as the eye could see. She drove past Tiny Naylor's, down through Westchester and past the air terminal, dipping down through the underpass of the airport runway, and then back up into the sun. Katie's presence had slipped from her mind until she pushed the window button, the slight electric whir sounding as the window dropped. "Yes," Katie said, "it's been a long time since I've been out on a drive like this." "It's nice," Sharon said. "This is the nicest day we've had in |
