“No peeking!” Haley covers her eyes in the passenger seat of her mom’s Boxster. Resists the urge to sneak a look. She’s been hiding her eyes ever since they drove over the bridge, trying to enjoy the moment, smiling despite herself— (just not too wide). (Haley hasn’t spent this much time alone with her mom since, like, ever.) So Haley sits in the passenger seat, a dumb grin on her face, feeling silly as she hides her eyes behind her hands, but feeling happily curious, too. Her mom hasn’t given any hints, just came into Haley’s room this morning with a huge smile on her face and announced they had a big day together. She’d practically dragged Haley out to the Boxster, the smile never wavering— (so much for the laugh lines) —and giggled like a little girl, all the way to the bridge. Now, Haley’s pretty well given up trying to guess where they’re going. She just sits there and listens to her mom sing along to the radio, feels the warmth of the sun on her skin and the wind in her hair and feels, you know, happy.
