Annie turned the music off and they heard the sound of an engine accelerating away from them. She wiped the front window with her forearm and watched the blue Jazz, back on the road, pick up speed and then disappear round a corner.
“We can chase him,” Annie said. “The key‟s in the ignition.” Then she saw that Harold had left them a message, tucked under the windshield wiper. Jeremy retrieved it from the rain, and handed it to Annie, who read aloud:
“I reckon y‟all three have a journey to make. Long distances may not be at stake, but the van sleeps three with real ease. So take it please. Besides, I‟m done touring for a while and an old man‟s car suits my new style. Meet me here in just one year -- in this same lane -
and if you want we‟ll trade again.”