I went around to the driver’s side and opened the door.

Glenn was still standing on the porch, watching me with the same amused look on his face.

He lifted his beer bottle a few inches into the air in a silent, mocking toast.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

The clock on the dashboard read sixteen hundred and ten hours exactly.

I shifted into gear and drove slowly down the gravel driveway.

Loud laughter floated around the side of the house from the barbecue out back.