“The keys to what?”
“To the car.”
“What car?”
“The BMW. You promised I
could drive the BMW to the dance.”
“First go buy me some beers,”
he said.
He gave me his car keys; Tom
and I drove to the liquor store. I
bought Abel a few cases of beer,
drove back, and unloaded it for him.
“Okay,” I said, “can I take the
BMW now?”
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I mean ‘no.’ I need my car