"Thirty (km/h)," Harper said in a sing-song voice as she saw the gray car coming from the other end of the dirt road and looked at Abby and Jill who were far enough into the meadow, "The deer are running around here. Half an hour ago they were running across the path into the fields and into the woods."

If it had been thirty. Seventy was more like it. What was the problem with driving slowly? Especially since everyone knew there were walkers, joggers, cyclists, people with dogs and deer running around. Especially since it wasn't really a street for cars, just for residents.

Even the family that had been renovating their house for half a year was not allowed to use the whole road. From the place where Harper came from, only farmers were allowed to use it. They, and only they, were allowed to drive from both sides. Everyone else was only allowed to enter the dirt road from where the gray car came, but only as far as the small intersection that was about halfway down. At the intersection, the turnoff led to the house, which had been renovated and was also used by people every day.

However, no one said anything if one of the family in the house came from the wrong side, because they drove slowly and were considerate. That's how life works. It's with each other and not against each other.

"Oh...," Harper gasped when the car was halfway down the road and could be seen through the tall grass at the edge of the fields, "now I know who it is."

"Who?" Madison asked, more out of reflex than interest, but Harper looked at her irritated, "I have no idea."

"He's going up to Asher's," Harper nodded towards the trees at the end of the path where Asher had his animals, "his buddy. The car is always at Asher and Isabelle's."

For whatever reason, it's there every day.