Startled by Mattie's interruption of my silent reverie, I glanced over at him in the driver's seat and saw he was pointing to my noggin.
I nodded in agreement.
"Why do you ask?" I asked of him.
"I thought we were about to have a conversation," he replied. "And then you just zoned out and stared out the window. For the last twenty minutes."
I had lost track of both thought and time -- but luckily I hadn't fallen asleep or slipped into a state of semi-consciousness, as that would have risked a potential appearance by Papa Kalfu.
"We're almost at the rest stop ... that is, IF you still think you can get out of your head and pay attention to the road while I take a nap," he countered.
"Of course. Sure. That's the right plan," I assured him.
"And you're not going to drive us off the road or anything, right?"
I shot him a look in hopes that it would serve as a reply.
But apparently it did not do the trick.
"I'm serious," he repeated. "No off road driving with this car without the permission of *everyone* in the vehicle."
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