Pedro went on to explain that his uncle had died suddenly of a heart attack that year. Since Pedro was the only relative, he had inherited everything that belonged to his uncle, including an old red Citroen 2CV.
“I didn’t need it since I already had a car. The girls were the best friends I could have asked for at the time and helped me here until I was on my feet again. Remember, I was only eighteen at the time. A kid really. Anyway, to repay them for their kindness and support, I gave them the car and told them to use the money they saved to travel.”
Pedro told us our moms named the car “Ladybug” after a sticker that was stuck on the back trunk door next to the handle. They thought it would be funny that everybody driving behind them would be following a ladybug, so they left the sticker on and named the car after it.
“I wonder what happened to the car,” David said.
“It would be really old now, so maybe it’s not around anymore. I can ask my grandparents if they remember.”
“Shall we go, then?” I was happy to see David was as curious as I was to read the journal, so I nodded in agreement.
“Please don't be strangers and come over when you can, okay?"
“Thanks, Pedro, we will,” I said as we got up to pay the bill and leave for David's apartment.
“Not a chance,” Pedro said as we got our wallets out. “It was a pleasure seeing you both, and it’s me that has to thank you for the memories. This one is on the house, okay?”
We shook hands with the promise to return soon and left.
