Kathleen reached behind her, groped for a cold can, popped it and handed it to Hudy. “Here you go.”
Hudy tipped the can and took a deep draught.
“I hate when you do that,” Kathleen said.
“Oh come on,” Hudy said. “100 more miles on empty highway. I doubt any cops are looking for a pair of geezer dames.”
“Geezettes, please,” Kathleen said, unwrapping a straw. “At least use this.”
“This is so ridiculous,” Hudy said, rolling her eyes as Kathleen poked the straw into her beer.