Chapter 29 Dinner With The Miller Was Great 3
- “Double amen,” Shanna sulked.
- “This is it,” Derek said, pointing. “The one with the Pinto in the driveway.”
- I pulled up behind the ugly-ass, rusted-out Ford and let the engine idle. The house was a shambles, with peeling paint, shutters hanging off at an angle, an overgrown lawn, and a couple of window panes busted out and taped up with cardboard.