Bernadette eased Boxy and me onto Main Street, and once I spotted Isabella's Honda a few car lengths ahead, several more Corvettes turned onto the road. Soon, they surrounded us, clogging up all the lanes. Then even more joined from behind. It was like we were rolling along the Corvette River or something.

"What in the world, Boxy? Is it National Drive Your Corvette to Belle's Cove Day?"

"It is, actually," he said, adjusting his cane between his feet. "It's the Belle's ...