“Left, left… then left again,” she pauses, “you know what… just keep left all the way. You can’t go wrong,” inviting with whimsy.
Stepping inside, he stares at her with a quizzical eye… her smile is so pure.
He can hear her laughing, deep in the thicket, the privet, the jungle of turns, all lefts, all wrongs.
Those last few turns looked awfully familiar.