The view outside of the windows was gloomy. Gray clouds covered the skies, banishing any ray of sunlight to touch the ground. It was almost dark in the afternoon. The pace of the day really didn’t match the time. Two thirty-four P.M. All four of us were in the blue SUV, driving towards a town called Osoyoos. We had just crossed the town called Hope and were on the wavy highway. The speed limit was Eighty kilometres per hour, but Mappa drove at sixty, much to the chagrin of anybody who followed us. But I believed he was driving on this road that was cut in the mountains for the first time. Also, the endless ditch on our side was reason enough for him to restrict himself to safer driving. The car behind us honked once again. Thrice in the past ten minutes. I had been keeping count. And I had flipped him off the past two times. I decided to stick to my ritual. I rolled down the window barely enough to squeeze my hand out of the car. Chilly air flooded the air t