come on so it might not be the battery.”
“Probably not,” William agreed. “I replaced that a year ago.”
“Do you need a ride or want me to wait with you for tow truck?” Casey offered.
“A ride would be better,” William responded. “I'll get it towed tomorrow. It's
getting late and I don't know how busy they are.”
“All right, come on,” she said stepping away from the car.
William stepped out, locked his vehicle, and followed Casey to her car.
“I need you to make me promise before I give you a ride,” she said, stopping by her
driver's side door.
“I promise I won't steal your Davy Jones story,” William told her.
“That's not what I was going to make you promise,” Casey said, raising an eyebrow.
“Are you going to ask me to help you move tomorrow?” William asked.
“No, it's not that either, Will.”
“What is it?” William asked.
“On second thought,” she responded. “Let’s save that for another time.”
She was about to unlock her car but stopped and looked at him for a moment.
“Let’s go for a walk,” she suggested.
They walked to the entrance of the restaurant. Casey looked to her right and left.
She chose to go right. William followed.
“Let’s get to know each other,” Casey said.
“Absolutely,” William agreed. “What do you want to know?”
A two-foot-high brick barrier ran alongside the sidewalk. Casey gave William a look
and hopped up onto the barrier that was mainly used by skateboarders.
“Well, let’s have fun with it,” she began. “I’ll ask a question. I’ll provide my
answer to it. Then you’ll answer the question. Ask a question of your