forty four
the plan was for me to follow mel and amy to mt . washington .
execution turned out to be a problem . amy was more inclined to obliterate . LA 's speed limits than i was . her speed , or my lack thereof , caused me to lose track ofthe solitarey working taillight of her car - she drove an aging honda CR -V - before i was five blocks from merideth 's condo . i wasted a few minutes waeving through traffic trying to once again spot her car before i pulled to he curb on beverly bpul;evard . i pushed tiny buttons until i had communicated my pathetic situation to chloe's , the GPS lady .
chloe was cool
i'd elaborated on chloe's avatar life . she was a work at home single mom sitting in a pleasant , quirky room lined with northg-facing windows . she was mildly agoraphobic . when she wasn't busy responding to my electronic queries about road life in los angeles . she did watercolors .
chloe said ," turn left in ....three ...blocks ." i was grateful that she delivered her geographical counsel without either irony or sarcasm .she was the perfect shot gun .
i speed dialed sam while i was stopped at the next red light.
"hey ," i said . " where are you ?"
"i'm on the 10 heading into LA ..," he said . his voice was bright." that's california talk , by the way . they don't say "i-10' or interstate 10 , or even plain old '10' like we do . here it's got to bedamn article and the damn freeway number. you needtoremember that if you don't want to sound like a tourist .
the plan was for me to follow mel and amy to mt . washington .
execution turned out to be a problem . amy was more inclined to obliterate . LA 's speed limits than i was . her speed , or my lack thereof , caused me to lose track ofthe solitarey working taillight of her car - she drove an aging honda CR -V - before i was five blocks from merideth 's condo . i wasted a few minutes waeving through traffic trying to once again spot her car before i pulled to he curb on beverly bpul;evard . i pushed tiny buttons until i had communicated my pathetic situation to chloe's , the GPS lady .
chloe was cool
i'd elaborated on chloe's avatar life . she was a work at home single mom sitting in a pleasant , quirky room lined with northg-facing windows . she was mildly agoraphobic . when she wasn't busy responding to my electronic queries about road life in los angeles . she did watercolors .
chloe said ," turn left in ....three ...blocks ." i was grateful that she delivered her geographical counsel without either irony or sarcasm .she was the perfect shot gun .
i speed dialed sam while i was stopped at the next red light.
"hey ," i said . " where are you ?"
"i'm on the 10 heading into LA ..," he said . his voice was bright." that's california talk , by the way . they don't say "i-10' or interstate 10 , or even plain old '10' like we do . here it's got to bedamn article and the damn freeway number. you needtoremember that if you don't want to sound like a tourist .
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