“How do we get to the village?” Owen Reynolds asked.
“I've already arranged for a ride,” Corley replied. “The village roads are too narrow for a car; only something smaller can get through.”
“How long is the wait?”
He glanced at his watch. “About… half an hour.”
“Alright.”
…
After sending the message, Roseanne put her phone away and turned to find Carlson Smith looking at her expectantly. “Let’s go. I’ve already called for a ride. It’s waiting for us at the village entrance.”
It was a lucky break. The driver, Jean, had initially refused last night but changed his mind at the crack of dawn today. He’d gotten a lucrative offer to pick up two people from town and had to leave immediately. Figuring he might as well take Roseanne's group on the way there, he could make money on both trips.
“We’re running out of time, let’s hurry…” Carlson urged.
However, Roseanne and Mamie stood their ground, hands in their pockets, showing no intention of moving.
Carlson was baffled. “?”
“We’re not going,” Roseanne stated.
Mamie chimed in, “Nope.”
Carlson grew anxious. “But we agreed last night!”
Mamie blinked. “Who agreed with you? That was a conversation between you and my uncle. We never said yes.”
Carlson was speechless.

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