Wayfarers

Knox

“My biggest mess-up?” I say. “Going so long without trying Jimmy John’s.”

Sylvie snorts. “That’s so the sort of thing a serial killer would say to deflect.”

“Sylvie!” I point. Another fortune teller billboard. Thank God.

“The Roadside Psychic?!”

“Just as Miss Tara foretold.”

“Man, I almost read that as the Roadside Psycho.”

“Possibly that applies to her too.”

Sylvie immediately gets into the right lane. “Obviously we are stopping here too.”

“Really? When Miss Tara warned us not to?”

“That is precisely why we’re doing it.”