QUOTE : Are you sad?”<br /><br />“Not yet.” He closes his eyes.<br /><br />“I’ll drive for a bit.” I hold out my hand.<br /><br />He shakes his head. “You’re my guest. I’ll drive. You’re tired.”<br /><br />“Oh, I’m your guest now?” I put as much menace as I can into my walk and he puts both hands behind his back. I smile at him and he smiles back. I’m surprised the pinprick stars above us don’t explode into silver powder. The sadness I caught in his eyes is burned away by a spark of amusement.<br /><br />“My hostage. My blackmailed, unwilling captive. Stockholm Shortcake.