The map was a book. I drove; she navigated, piecing together freeway from one page to the next.
“Should take ya about 35 minutes,” the gas station guy had said.
After two hours, 70 mph, still within LA city limits–“that guy sure has a weird idea of 35 minutes,” I groaned.
“Oops,” she said.
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