Immediate concerns addressed, further questions came to mind, “Wasn’t I bleeding?”

The woman raised her hand like a grade schooler on the first day, “First aid! I, um, used to be a nurse.”

Nodding, I continued in my questioning, “Y’all have names?”

“Mack’s driving, Lucy did the bandage work,” The curly haired lad in the back seat piped up, “and I’m Hershel. I helped put your pants back on.” He blushed redder than his own eyes and averted his eyes as soon as he’d said it.

“Which god do you follow?” I queried, having recently prayed to a multitude of them.

With great glee, Mack took both hands from the wheel to lift his shirt and exuberantly play his own rotund belly like a bongo drum, “Buddha, Buddha, Buddha!” The others fell out in peels of laughter.

“Very well then, I’m a Buddhist too.” Thoughts of Kay and how Finch had got her mixed up in this, I decided to check, “Now how does Buddha feel about revenge?”

Lucy looked cross.

I had to try, “Judaism still has an eye for an eye, right Hershel?”