Convertible Tops

On the way out to Litchfield, Dad asked Jesse if he'd like to drive the convertible. Jesse didn't hesitate much in answering. With him and Dad in the front, who was left to sit in the back???
Just little old me. The wind was cold so my hoodie helped. Then came the raindrops the size of golf balls. They didn't believe me that I was getting wet until they turned around and saw it for themselves. Thank goodness for convertible tops that go up!