“You do have a driver’s license, right?” Mo had stopped trying to duck to avoid everyone looking at them by the time they were in the middle of the city.
“I...erm...”
“Please tell me you have a license.”
“Not really, no. I took some driving lessons but the bus works fine for me, you know.”
Mo rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Stop the car.”
“I will, soon. We needed to get out of there.” A traffic light came up, and Mo prepared for the usual splutter and stop. The light turned red, but Eldred didn’t slow down. Frowning, he stared ahead with unseeing eyes. “Mother is calling.”
The drivers around them blared their horns as Eldred drove through the red light.
“For the love of—stop the car.” Mo clung to the door handle.
“Oh, sorry, I got distracted. I need to find a phone; Mother is calling me.”
Eldred parked along the side of the street, smiled at Mo, and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Hey, it all went well. Come on now.”