“You’re supposed to take it easy,” I reminded her. “I know. It’s just feels so good to have air on my skin. And to get to the itches.” She stopped and scratched her leg, her expression softening to pure bliss. “Ahhh.” We walked back to my car in the parking lot next to the clinic. Our father, Roger Elliott, had collected cars like some people collect shoes or sports jerseys. After the details of the will were revealed, we all chose one of his cars for our own use. Killeen had picked a red Mini-Cooper, Reno had grabbed up a black BMW Z-3 and Dallas’ expensive tastes were reflected in his silver Mercedes SL-Class Roadster. I, as always, was practical in my choice of a bright blue Ford Edge SUV. I liked the bulk and power of it, as well as the generous storage space. If things didn’t work out here, I could always live in it…and I was only half joking when I considered that as an option. There had been times in my life that I would have loved to have had a safe haven like this vehicle.
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