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Show 33 held the jacket while she put it on and as they left through the doorway to the lobby he glanced back to see if anyone noticed they were leaving early, but the swimming lights from the overhead ball made it hard to tell. The room seemed full of eyes. On the sidewalk, she huddled inside her jacket while he unlocked the car door for her. A police car with revolving lights on its roof was double-parked down the street by the entrance to the hotel ballroom. He hurried to the other side, hoping he could get out of his parking place without killing the motor or bumping the car in front. The gears ground horribly as he tried to put it in first. "Would you like me to drive?" she asked. That was all right, he reflected. She wouldn't have said that in that tone of voice if she had known that a few minutes ago he was prepared to help her with her iron deficiency. He cranked the wheels as far left as he could and let in the clutch and the car leaped out of its parking place without scraping the bumper ahead of it. Free at last, he inched along Fourth South, then suddenly swung left on State Street, which led you to the capitol and to the series of confusing roads that eventually connected you with City Creek Canyon. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I thought we'd take the scenic route to your house," he said. "Lorin, I want to go straight home." "I thought maybe we could sit and talk for a while," he said. "Until you felt better." "I don't know what ever possessed me to say yes when you invited me to this dance, Lorin. This is the worst date I've ever had in my life." "It is?" "Now turn this car around right now. If you can." |
