He pointed to a pedal and said, “That one makes it go. Wearing gigantic sunglasses, Jack sat shotgun, but he didn’t really explain things to Milo.
Things that beautiful captivated people, even gay teenage boys, apparently.Įven though I was a year and a half older than Milo, I still didn’t have my license, so Jack was the one giving the driving lessons, and it scared me. Milo changed the instant he laid eyes on his Lamborghini. His new obsession with cars I blamed entirely on Jack, who drove at excessive speeds in luxury vehicles. My younger brother Milo had just turned sixteen, and he talked constantly about getting his license. The car was only idling in the parking lot, but I kept imagining Milo losing control and running them over.
I bit my lip and stared out the window, where children played in the grass. The summer air slid in through the windows, filling the car with the green scent of the park, and the frightening sound of highway traffic.
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