Goat is the name we gave our car that was stolen a year and a half ago. A few days before we left for our holiday, J was getting ready to throw away the key. "Wait," I said. "You never know."
J got a call today saying the police found Goat in Suez.
We don't know what condition the car is in, but it still has its diplomatic plates and these are what we need to hand over to customs when we leave the country in order to avoid heavy penalties.
Praise the Lord, whether she rides or not.
If she does, she just might come back to France with us, carrying all our boxes.