Chapter 12: Getting There
With Caitlin behind the wheel, we creep down the road, easily twenty miles below the posted speed limit. “You can pick it up a little bit,” I tell her, resisting the urge to push her aside and step on the gas myself. At this rate, we won’t get to Aunt Evie’s until noon tomorrow.
In the driver’s seat, my sister scowls but doesn’t dare take her eyes off the road to look my way. “First it’s slow down,” she mutters, risking a glance in the rearview mirror—we’re still the only ones on the road. “Now it’s speed up. Pick one and stick with it, Mike. I’m trying to drive here.”
“Is that what you call it?” I reply.
She ignores me, which is just as well. From the back seat, Dan says softly, “She’s doing fine, Michael.” Yeah, she hasn’t wrecked yet and we’re still alive,
