We were driving somewhere up north, for the second time in two weeks. I wondered if we had enough gas. A quarter tank. That should be fine. S. wondered how long the car would hold up. I said a while, even though it was old. Before it died it would start to break down and eventually something would happen we didn’t want to pay for—the transmission or something.

The last part of the trip was on foot. There were lots of bags to carry but they were light, so we managed. We stopped somewhere for food but I wasn’t hungry. There was a strawberry milkshake on the menu and I asked S. if she’d order it.