“Hey, I thought we left Georgia before we got to Chattanooga,” Mason said from the passenger side of Jack’s car, one hand wrapped around a sandwich, a large soda held tight between his legs.
“We did.” Jack said with a grin, knowing what was coming next.
“Then why did we just pass another sign saying ‘Welcome to Tennessee’?” He punctuated the question by shoving most of the sandwich in his mouth.
“This section of Interstate 24 dips back into Georgia for a few miles. You would know that if you had been paying attention, Mr. Navigator.”
“Are we still pointed in the right direction?” Mason asked around the sandwich as he chewed.
“Yeah,” Jack said.
Mason wiped his hands together in front of his f...
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