Even though she had a learner’s permit, Lucy hadn’t had much time to take her daughter driving, so she figured this was a good opportunity for her to get some practice. “You’re doing really great,” she said in an encouraging tone of voice as they crept along Main Street. “Now turn on your signal and turn here—I need to go to the post office.” Elizabeth signaled left and turned right, picking up speed and heading directly for the brick post-office building. “Brake!” shrieked Lucy, and the car lurched to a sudden stop, straddling two parking spaces. “Sorry about that,” said Elizabeth, who was checking her teeth in the rearview mirror. “I get them confused. Which is the gas?” “The one on the right,” said Lucy, opening the door. She wasn’t sure which was more dangerous: the shootout at the lobster pound or teaching her own daughter to drive. She reached back in the car for her purse and when she straightened up, smiled to see Sue leading her little group of day-care kids.
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