6
Savannah
November 6, 2004
I twirled in a circle. “I did it! I passed.”
“Good job, loser,” Maddox said, punching my arm.
“Jerk!”
“Children,” Gran said with a shake of her head. She held her old-school Polaroid up to her eye. “Now, smile.”
We got close together and smiled wide. She snapped the shot, and the picture popped out of the camera. She shook it twice and then handed it to me.
“Congratulations, chickadee.”
Gramps pulled me in for a hug. “I always knew you could do it.”
“Aww, thanks, Gramps.”
“Celebratory ice cream,” Gran suggested.
“Leopold’s!” Maddox and I cheered at the same time.
“Of course. The one and only. Marley, you can drive.” She tossed me the keys to the minivan. “It’s all yours.”
“Mine?”
She nodded. “I spoke with Melody at the church, and she sold me her
