Harry and I were in my backyard, eating cherries off our tree and seeing who could spit the pits the farthest. “There it is!” Harry shouted, and we scrambled down out of the tree and raced for his driveway. The driver was handing over the keys to Mrs. Rupe. “You have any experience driving a big rig like this, ma’am?” he asked her. Mrs. Rupe flicked the ashes off her cigarette, and they almost landed on Ariadne’s head. She didn’t seem to notice. “Oh no,” she said. “My husband will do all the driving. He can drive anything.” “Okay. All the papers are in order. Your husband already signed them. I just need your signature here too. Have a good trip,” the driver said. He went out to the car that was waiting for him, and we all swarmed over the motor home. It was the biggest one I’d ever seen. On the outside it was cream colored with light blue trim.
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