As a result, we made a mad dash, taking a route that encompassed shortcuts through back alleys and streets that seldom saw much traffic. I held on tight, trying not to think of the speedometer edging upward or how she navigated corners at top speed. Serious conversations were the easiest way to ignore the scenery whipping past. “Gabe and I have been talking.” The wind caught my words and snatched them away. I raised my voice. “We’re considering buying a second car so I don’t have to depend on others for transportation. You wouldn’t have to pick me up all the time or go out of your way to bring me home. And on occasion, I could drive instead of it always falling on you.” Dora stuck her lip out, pouting prettily. Young Stella had already learned how to melt away Jack’s objections to almost any request by doing the very same thing. I’d be hard-pressed to say if Stella had learned the expression from Dora or her mother. “But I have so much fun driving the two of us around, Dee.
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