There were things we didn’t talk about. Kind of like the neighbourhoods you circle around, after it gets dark. Even if cutting right through would be quicker.
Of the things we didn’t talk about, lots were small things. Things not worth the trouble of bringing up. Things we wondered why we even bothered keeping them there in our pockets. It would have been so easy to shake them out, on the porch or in the driveway, after getting home.
We didn’t though.
And then, there was the one real big thing. But, like I said, we don’t talk about that.