Chapter 9 – Beastly Tenderness
“Volkswagen Beetle,” he answered. “Circa 1972. It sends my father right up the wall-not only is it imported, but it’s the sort of car ‘those damn hippies’ used to drive.” She nodded in sympathy. “I like the dragon on the door,” she said. “Yeah, Jem did it for me.” His eyes widened. “Hey, maybe you…