Friend? Elchanan snuck a look in Avi’s direction, just as Avi’s eyes darted to his. He looked as uncomfortable as Elchanan felt
The car was so fancy.
Elchanan looked around, wide-eyed. The pristine, cream leather of the seats; the gentle purr of the engine — nothing like the rattling of his parents’ old Chevy minivan; the built-in navigation system and individual controls for each seat’s A/C and heating.
If it wasn’t for Avi Shine sitting beside him, a stony look in his eye, this could actually be fun.
“The Bordon Road entrance to the forest, let’s see…” Avi’s father pressed a few buttons and scrolled down. “Via the highway… oh, here it is. North Ridge Forest Trails, entrance off Bordon Road, it’s giving us just over an hour’s driving time.” He checked the time, calculating. “That should be fine, as long as there’s no traffic…”
“You sure you have time for this, Ta?” Avi asked, speaking up for the first time. “You have to drive back, too…”
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