“A sedan gets a lot better gas mileage,” I said.

“He asked if I want to go to dinner on Sunday,” Hannah said.

Her voice was soft, holding a question she wanted me to answer for her.

“Do you want to have dinner with him?” I asked.

“Only if we go someplace close to here.”

“You can tell him to pick you up at the diner on the corner.

It’s a very public place.”

Hannah nodded and tugged the sleeves of her blue fleece hoodie a little way down over her wrists, then let them go.