Laura got dirt roads. She wished there were more around, that this were one. She’d love to tear down a dirt road: field of shadows to the left, a veil of moonlight. But the best would be that humble crackle when a car slows on loose land. She turned down the music anyway.
“You don’t like that song?” said Delia.
“What? Oh, no. I wasn’t sure if it was too loud.”
Delia smiled and turned it back up. She needed her music loud, especially at night. Even this song. Arielle loves this song, and it’s so dumb. The words aren’t even trying. They probably wrote it in high school. Like, “what kind of movie would have this soundtrack?”
“What?” shouted Arielle.
Laura turned down the music and said, “What movie would have this soundtrack?”
“Ohh,” Arielle hummed. She loved these questions. She taught Delia this game; well, her dad taught them. He would ask them to title different parts of their life. She would have told him twelfth grade was “The Year of Blankets.” Tonight would be “A Very Special Episode.”
“That’s not a movie,” said Laura. “You’re supposed to pick a movie.”
“Shit, you’re right. Delia you go, and I’ll think.”