The drive had been long and hot, and Mac's head barely cleared the top of the steering wheel. Betsy was being an incorrigible fuss, and Mac was silently fantasizing about slamming on the brakes and shoving her out of the passenger side door.

Maybe it was the hat.

He asked her, begged her not to wear the hat, but she knew it would get under his skin like nothing else (except maybe singing show tunes as loudly as possible, so she popped it on her head with a smile and hopped into the truck without saying a word.

That was two hours ago, and since then, the 0nly words muttered were either one of them complained about the heat.

Around three hours in, something completely unexpected occurred--while idling at a stop sign in an unfamiliar suburban neighborhood, a stranger with an old-fashioned camera jumped out of some bushes and landed on the hood of their truck. Before either Mac or Betsy could react, he snapped a picture and dived back into the bushes with a shout.

Betsy turned to Mac and said with a smile, "I don't know what that was about, but I'm glad I wore my cute little hat."

Mac sighed, and began driving again without a word.