Stop telling my business, Patience
Mama:
It was sweet
Daddy:
Dad:
True, you need some money?
Me:
No, I’m okay.
Daddy:
How’s your car holding up?
Me:
Good. I haven’t driven it in a couple weeks but I crank it every morning like you told me.
Well,afternoon. I was never awake in the morning and it was too cold to be starting a car at that time anyway.
Dad:
Good, keep doing that
Daddy:
When you finish your book, we can get you a new car to celebrate. Whatever you want, princess
Me:
I don’t need a new car, daddy
Daddy:
We’ll see
Mama:
Wait, I thought you said you went into town today. How’d you get there? I know your grandma didn’t get that truck up the mountain.
A snort of laughter left me. I wholeheartedly believed I’d inherited my allegiance to my old car from that woman.
Me:
It wasn’t grandma. It was my neighbor, Noah.
Mama:
Ah, yes. The pretty boy next door.
My jaw fell.
Me:
