CHAPTER 62

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Our yells filled the morning air as Romi and I rounded the black car outside the Towering block of flats. It wasn’t expensive, and it wasn’t in the best of condition, but it would get you to your destination.

“Do you know how to drive?” I opened the car door. The hint of tobacco lingered on the headliner and pet odor—maybe a cat or dog deep-rooted in the black upholstery of the car seat—told the story of the previous owner.

“I have a driver's license.” A wry smile pulled a corner of her red-painted lips. She giggled as she noticed my surprise-stricken face. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I went to a driving school, and you might not believe it. I did very well.” Romi started the car engine.

“If you say so.” I fastened my seatbelt and prayed to the heavens that I wouldn't get thrown out of the window.

Romi leaned over and opened the glove box. She took out a perfume and sprayed it into the air. “Ain’t no way I would enjoy the chips with the chemical smell in here.” She placed it b