"It's not too far," he said. "Pretty soon after we cross Rocky Head Bridge we'll come to the road goin' to that candy store."
He reached down under the edge of the seat and got a bottle of something that didn't smell good and gulped down half of it.
"What's that?"
"Whiskey. Good God, ain't you never seen a bottle o' whiskey before?"
"No, sir."
"I wish to hell my young'uns could say that." He laughed and muttered something else.
Then Mister Ward began singing, or half singing and half talking to himself. He sounded real happy, like he knew something nobody else had ever thought about. He had quit paying much attention to the road. Instead, he was just letting the automobile weave from side to side. I was wishing we'd hurry and come to that candy road. But we didn't. We just kept going and going.
"When we gonna get there?"
"Just a little bit farther, gal."
The few houses we were passing I'd never seen before. "I wanta go back home!"