“It’s getting pretty crowded back here,” said Tomo.
“Fine,” said Jenny as she made her way down what was left of the Harlem Road, which was more chunks of gravel than surface. “I’ll try and make it easy on you and avoid the potholes.”
“On Harlem? Good luck with that,” said Charlie. “This was the first street they abandoned when they stopped fixing the roads. Can’t remember the last time I saw a pothole filled here.”
“Can’t remember the last time I saw a pothole filled, period,” said Dutch.
The car gave a sharp shake to the left as the rear left tire slid off the edge of a pothole, bouncing the crew about.
“I thought you said you were going to avoid those,” said Georgie.
“I said I’d try,” said Jenny. “Charlie’s right, this is pretty bad.”
“Yeah, thanks a lot, Shaun,” said Tomo.
“Oh, you’re not going to blame me for this, are you now?” asked Shaun as he shifted in his place on the right end of the back seat, half his rump on the armrest on the door.
“Well, we wouldn’t be doing Harlem if we didn’t have to pick up your drunk ass to bring to Broadway Market with us.”
“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly sober, thank you.”
“By your standards,” said Jenny. “The fact that we can keep the windows closed without the fumes off you overcoming us probably counts as sober with you.”
“Look,” said Charlie, “Maybe you can go back to sitting on his lap agai-”
“Oh, no way,” said Georgie. “The only way that’s happening is if Big Bobby comes back and takes another appendage from you.”
“Hey, I’m sorry if when you’re there, I react.”
“Which is why Tia’s up front,” said Jenny.
“Why don’t you sit on his lap?” Georgie asked Charlie.
“You mean other than that I’m a good seventy pounds heavier than you?” he replied.
“Don’t make me come back there, you kids,” said Jenny.
“Maybe if one of us back here drove and you sat on his lap, that might not be so bad.”
“Yeah, right; you’re willing to be the sandwich filling between two couples on either side of you.”
“I should have just gone in the trunk,” said Tia from the front passenger seat.
“This goes off the way you were telling us earlier today,” said Charlie, “first thing we do is get a bigger car.”
“This goes off the way I described it earlier,” said Shaun, “we can all buy our own cars.”
“Heh. I remember when I was a kid, when everybody in Buffalo used to own a car. No great shakes in the end, that.”
Jenny watched in the rear view mirror as the complement in the back seat banged their heads in unison after she failed to miss the trench in the road.
“Damn, sorry,” she grumbled.
“We pull this off, no more crowding into one car,” said Tomo.
“We survive the drive to Broadway Market, we damn well better pull this off,” said Georgie…
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