As we drove home, neither my mother nor I spoke. I certainly wasn't going to bring it back up because I didn't know if she would drag my behind straight to a psychiatrist.
When we got home, Nubia and I both asked if we could go outside. Mom had us clean the kitchen and bathrooms and then we were free. I checked to see if Bill was waiting for me even though it was just after one—but sure enough he was!
I hurried down the street and discreetly climbed into the passenger seat of the car.
"How long have you been waiting?" I asked.
"Since about twelve. I was hoping you could get away early." He started the car.
"Um…do you mind if I drive? I just don't want the cops stopping us even if you do have a fake license. A little person with an underage girl in the car is still suspicious."
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