We had been driving along in silence for what seemed like a long time -- Gator, Mattie and I -- and I was finally ready to break the ice.
Or maybe I was just so bored that I couldn't control my inner thoughts any longer and accidentally spoke out loud.
Regardless, Mattie was polite enough to reply.
"You got something against the highways of Florida?" he asked.
"I have done this too many times in too short a period is all I'm saying."
Mattie kept his eyes on the road, but slightly turned his head my way.
"Didn't you fly down here for the spring break service trip?"
"Yep," I confirmed. "And I was *supposed* to fly home, but ended up driving back with Joey and Gator."
Mattie gestured toward the back seat, where the puppy was still sound asleep and now snoring. "So Gator should be fine on *this* trip?"
I nodded my head. "I'm sure. He's an old pro like me when it comes to these long drives."
Mattie kept the conversation going.
"And how did those guys get you down to Florida for their ..." His voice trailed off as he sought the right word. "Thing," was he could come up with.
I wanted to put that all behind me ... but I guess the whole kidnapping experience would forever be a part of my story.
"With a pillow case over my head ... and headphones over my ears ... for most of it," I said ruefully.
Mattie smiled.
"Well I don't have a pillow case, but I can turn on the radio if that would make you feel more at home."
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