Beverly: Chapter 56

“What about a sporty little number? You’d look great in red.” The spotty kid smiled at me. He didn’t look old enough to be driving, let alone be responsible for selling me a car.

“Do you have any vans?”

He shook his head. “Sorry.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised. The car dealership I’d stopped at on my way to the bus stop was a tiny operation with less tha…