Red Rabbit [antikvár]

THE BACK GARDENThe scary part. Jack decided, was going to be driving. He'd already bought a Jaguar^pronounced jag-you-ah over here, he'd have to rememberbut both times he'd walked to it at the dealership, he'd gone to the left-front door instead of the right. The dealer hadn't laughed at him, but Ryan was sure he'd wanted to. At least he hadn't climbed into the passenger seat by mistake and really made an ass of himself. He'd have to remember all that: The "right" side of the road was the left. A right tum crossed oncoming traffic, not a left turn. The left lane was the slow lane on the interstatesmotorways, he corrected himself. The plugs in the wall were all cockeyed. The house didn't have central heating, despite the princely price he'd paid for it. There was no air-conditioning, though that probably wasn't necessary here. It wasn't the hottest of climates: The locals started dropping dead in the street when the mercury topped 75. Jack wondered what the D.C. climate would do to them. Evidently, the "mad dogs and Englishmen" ditty was a thing of the past.But it could have been worse. He did have a pass to shop for food at the Army-Air Force Exchange Serviceotherwise known as the PX at nearby Greenham Commons Air Baseso at least they'd have proper hot dogs, and brands that resembled the ones he bought at the Giant at home in Maryland.