We walk out of my parent's house and there, idling in the driveway, waits a huge stretch limo. I mean huge. Cool, I think, I wasn't expecting this. We hop in the back seat. There are two other rows of seats between us and the driver. A couple other people join us in the seats ahead, and off we go! I press the button to raise the smoked glass partition between us and those in front. Alone at last.
I reach over and take her hand. The color fades to a grainy gray like an old television set after the late night news and the National Anthem. Static.