It's 9AM

Have you seen a red car, she asked.

Yes, I said.

You’re not doing it right.

Was I supposed to close my eyes? I said.

She sighed and settled into her seat.

We were on our way to a tourney in Conway, and she was checking work email on her phone.

It’s a riddle, she said.

What’s the red car riddle?

You’re supposed to say no, and then I offer to pay you $100 for eve…