January 25, 2014
We Can Go Anywhere—Jesse McCartney (3:40)
Tin Man
DG and Az
"It's not so bad, Az," DG wheedled. "You've been in a car before, haven't you? I know they have them in the O.Z."
Az stared at her sister and then at the bright red vehicle. "Not like this they don't," she said with a trace of fear leaking into her controlled voice. "You couldn't afford to get a whole car, Deeg?" She attempted to tease her sister.
DG rolled her eyes. "It is a whole car, Az. It's a convertible. We're at the beach, it's a beautiful day. Don't you want to feel the sun on your face and the wind through your hair?" She grabbed Az's hand and pulled her to the passenger's door. "Come on. It'll be fun! But we have to hurry. Cain and Jeb will figure out where we went soon and I want to share this with you the first time."
Az blinked and stared down at the door for a moment longer before a smile spread over her face. She tilted her head and let go of DG's hand. "Let's go then," she laughed and jumped over the door and into the seat. "Come on, slowpoke. Let's go."
DG giggled and raced to the driver's side before following her sister's example and jumping over the door. She pushed the key into the ignition and turned it on. The radio crackled on the static that meant it was between stations and DG hit the seek button. "Perfect," she purred when the Beach Boys blasted out of the speakers.
The rental agent shook his head in amused exasperation as the two women laughed their heads off and screeched out of the parking lot the wind whipping their hair around them. They were going to have a blast today, he could tell.