"Talbot!" I warned him. "If you call me Livy one more time, I'm going back in and you can go eat at McDonald's by yourself."
He laughed. "Sorry about that. I keep forgetting. I'll try really hard."
I liked his car. It was an old MG, in perfect shape and I thought it would be fun to drive. We drove about five minutes and he pulled into McDonald's and parked. I just looked at him. It was my turn to look like a fool with my mouth open.
He burst out laughing and nearly choked. "You should see the look on your face," he wheezed. "You really thought I was taking you to McDonald's, didn't you?"
The man was infuriating! "Okay, ha, ha," I said. "Very funny, Talbot. Where are you taking me?"
"Only high class for my girl," he said. "We're going to Wendy's." That set him off again. He wiped his e
