The drive to Hartwell took forty-seven minutes because Vivienne insisted on a specific route that avoided construction on the expressway, and also because Sarah would not stop talking.
"So the cafe opens at eleven, right? And you're serving themed drinks? Do you have a menu? Can I see the menu? Does the menu have illustrations? Because if it doesn't have illustrations, that's a missed opportunity. Harlow, you should draw the menu. You're artistic. I can tell because your costume has hand-stitched bat wings on the headband, and nobody mass-produces bat wings with that level of anatomical accuracy."
Harlow turned around from the passenger seat of the Range Rover, beaming. "I actually did design the menu! It has little coffins next to each drink name!"
"I knew it! I knew you were a kindred spirit the second I saw your hair clips!"
