Green light. Green means go. Did you hear me, the passenger said to him. Why are you stopping? she asked. You’ve got the green light. You’re just sitting like a duck. Let’s go, he lit a cigarette.

Look up there, the driver said. What do you see?

I see a red light. It’s turned red. Now we gotta wait, she crossed her arms.

I said look. Up in the sky. What do you see?

What do you want, Denny? Is this some kind of game? she paused. Clouds. I see dark clouds.

Beyond that. What do you see beyond that?

The sun. The sun, Denny. It’s morning. Waaaahooo, she yelled. We’ve been driving all night. Now the light is green again. What are we doing? she grabbed his arm. I’m tired. I just want to go home, he opened the car door. Where you going?

I’m done. Finished. Drive yourself home.

Denny. You come back here, he started walking away. You come back here this instant, she demanded. I don’t have no license, he turned around. Walked back to the car. Pointed his finger at her. What? she asked.

Denny slid back into the driver’s seat. Turned to her and said, my car, my rules. If I want to stop and look at the sunset, then we will, he yelled.

The light turned green. He waited a second or two. They drove on.