“Emma, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know how to get to Winterwood? I haven’t been there since I was five.” Carrianne gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep her voice level.
“But you own property there.”
“Correction, Grampy owned property there and I only get the deed after I come of age,” Carrianne said in a slow manner. “Mom hired a caretaker and did everything over the phone. We never had to go there.”
Emma grew quiet and Carrianne grew more concerned.
Carrianne sighed. “Why are you asking? And don’t say ‘you’re curious’ because I know that’s not the reason.”
Emma stayed quiet for a moment, letting the sounds from the radio fill the small car. “Maybe we should pull over and ask for directions.”
“I gave you a map of the area before we even left. You have the map on your lap and have been looking at it for the last 20 minutes.”
“See, maps are funny. They don’t always have the town you’re looking for.”
Carrianne groaned. “Grab my phone and use the GPS app.”
“Yeah,” Emma dragged out the word until it was painfully distorted. “I tried that and it didn’t help. According to the maps of the world, Winterwood doesn’t exist. It’s like Narnia.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me sooner because?”
“Road trip?” Emma’s voice was small but hopeful.
Carrianne didn’t need to look to know her friend had on a wounded puppy dog expression. She sighed in defeat. “You owe me.”
“Road trip!” Emma did a happy dance in her seat.