CHAPTER 3
“Ricky!” Mom called from the doorway to the garage. “Get out here now, or we’re going to be late.”
Grabbing Mom’s purse, which she’d left on the counter, checking to make sure the car keys were still in his pocket, and adjusting his pants, which were practically falling off since he’d lost his belt, Ricky made his way to the car.
Mom was already in the passenger seat with a sour pucker on her face. “We’ll be late.”
Ricky glanced to make sure the garage door was actually open before he backed up. The last time he’d been in this much of a rush, he’d made a thousand-dollar mistake, so he was always careful now to double-check.
Safety before speed, as Mom would say.
Of course, this was the same woman who was at the moment complaining so loudly you’d think they must be half an h
