I wasn't, however, driving. Granny was. It was quite an experience to be alongside an old, previously demented woman wearing pearls as she clutched her hands onto the steering wheel and drove the car like a maniac. Yes, a maniac. She cut in front of people, tooted on the horn, and once or twice I swear she had been about to wind down the window and engage in some road rage. I was ready to grant this car one thing: it had a fantastic vantage. You were so high up you could see everything. It also gave me a startlingly clear view of the sky above. I was becoming fixated on it. It seemed that every moment I wasn't worrying about my impending doom, I was staring off into those tumultuous clouds. The exact greys and blues seemed to haunt me. “We have your car,” Granny said as she changed gears aggressively and zoomed past a small hatchback. “Next step is to get you a job.” I narrowed my eyes and glanced over at her quickly. I hadn't known about this part. I’d thought we would head home, possibly over to the hardware store first to get some wood and hammers, and then fix the hole in the house.
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