He could stand proudly in front of people, receiving their affection and admiration. He could boast about his identity and work to anyone without feeling a bit ashamed.
Elvin nodded, "I'll tell him," he paused, "I'll stand by you to the end, Lance."
Lance, with a smile, pushed Elvin's head, "Save that for the ladies, man. Telling me stuff like that just makes me sick!"
The laughter in the car carried far through the window on the evening breeze. Perhaps it had vanished from many people's worlds, but for those in the car, it remained, and always would!
After entering the Priscia District, the ride became smoother. The roads here were well-maintained, after all, this was a middle-class neighborhood—they had to be looked after.
Otherwise, these pillars of the taxpayer community would really make complaint calls.
As they approached Barbara's neighborhood, Lance saw William standing by the roadside. The convoy slowed to a stop, "Why aren't you going in?"
