Brian turned on the overhead light and glanced again at the directions to Kyla Zolla's house. "She might have just said, Drive till you get to East Nowhere," he grumbled to himself, "then keep on driving till you run out of gas or fall off the edge of the earth, whichever comes second." If he had looked at the directions during study hall, when she'd passed the note to him, he might have known to suggest that she get a family member to drive her to school for the Halloween dance. One should always be leery of a set of directions that includes county route numbers instead of street names, and that says things like, "Pass by the Feed and Tractor store, then turn right at the first paved road." And "If you get to the falling-down barn with the old sign that says GUTHRIE'S POULTRY, you've gone too far." Sure enough, Brian saw the GUTHRIE'S POULTRY sign. Sighing, he made a U-turn, hardly having to slow down at all since there was no other traffic in sight. "This better be worth it," he muttered.
