"Daddy!" she said. "What in the world happened?"
He shrugged. "Oh, I ran it under a guardrail," he said.
"Honey," he said, and it was the only time all week that a slight edge was to come into his voice. "Honey, ah crashed."
But now the station wagon is loaded and the diary-keeper/map-reader will see if they can find their way back to Paris.
Cale turns and looks out at the chateau property. "They sure got themselves a lot of farmland here," he says. "Speak-in' of which, let's head for South Carolina. I got a lot of wheat to cut before the next race."