"Nonsense!" Toffee cried. "You worry too much. A child could do it!"
"I'd rather a child did," Marc sighed defeatedly. "I'd feel safer."
"Watch this!" Toffee cried happily. And she started swinging the wheel recklessly from side to side so that the car careened deliriously back and forth, across the road. "There's no end to the fun you can have in a car!"
"Oh, yes there is!" Marc cried, clinging desperately to the door handle. "And ours should take place within the next ten seconds, if I'm any judge!"
"You're so morbid minded," Toffee complained.
Then, at the last possible moment, she swung the car sharply into a side road, and the evening stillness was hastily dispatched to the realm of memory by a shrieking protest from the tortured tires.
"Holy smoke!" yelled Marc. "If the sheriff isn't after us by now, the highway patrol must be."
Toffee didn't answer. She was too busy regaining a lost foothold on the accelerator. Marc noted with relief that the new road was deserted. At least she couldn't kill any innocent bystanders here. There was still a chance that manslaughter wouldn't be added to the list of their crimes.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"How should I know?" Toffee replied toughly, from the side of her mouth. "Where do people go when they're making a getaway?"