“Outside the rental-car company, we heaved the suitcases into the back of a huge Ford S.U.V., and Peter mounted the GPS, entered an address and drove slowly out of the parking lot. The voice on the GPS belonged to an old woman and was annoying, it sounded as if she were reprimanding the driver.
“Hell, no,” Peter said. “This won’t do.”
He stopped the car, switched off the GPS and fiddled with his cellphone for a few seconds, then placed it on the dashboard and drove on.
The female voice that filled the car sounded young and full of promise.
“She sounds pretty sexy,” I said.
He looked at me.
“You’re right about that,” he said.”