Posey already has the door open before I have a chance to fully stop the van in the elementary school drop-off.
“Pos!” I slam on my brakes and Mandi and I fall forward.
“Seriously?” Mandi says.
I roll my eyes, but it’s the tapping of something on the hood of my van that causes me to look up.
“You’ve got to be shittin’ me,” I mumble, but from Mandi’s huff, she heard me.
“Oh my God! Is that really you?” The blonde woman acting as traffic director beelines it from the front of the van over to my window.
“I’m going. Love you, Mom!” Posey says.
I look back to say goodbye, but the van door shuts. I watch as Posey’s backpack swings right and left as she runs to the doors of the school. I move to put the van into drive, but a pearly white smile plastered to my window reminds me of the hell
