Billie Bob Taylor
Benedito drove us to Pa's body shop with the guard cars surrounding us. Anyone could tell it was a bit busier today because of the car show in three hours. Constantly vintage cars passed on towing trucks or were even driven to the location of the show.
Our Cullinan though still managed to stick out like a sore thumb but I highly suspected it was because of the army that surrounded us.
I looked down to my stress bull and gently squeezed it. It had been a while since I had been around such a large crowd of people. Plus I was sure some would be setting up or banging things about which would really trigger me.
Pa was going to leave in an hour but wanted me to meet his team before we went to the venue.
"Do you want noise adjustable earplugs?"
"Hmm?" I looked to Benedito as he drove.
