4
We climbed into the car and I glanced over the back of the seat to the garage door. I clicked the overhead garage door button and the door opened up to the bright road behind us. Now I had one problem: getting it out of the tight garage.
John noticed my hesitation. “All you need to do is back it up,” he encouraged me. This wasn’t going to be good; I wasn’t used to pulling out of small garages. John realized this after I started the car and backed it out; the rear of the car turned gradually toward the wall of the garage. “Turn. Turn. Turn!”
“I’m turning!” I yelled back.
“The other way!”
“Oh, right.” I turned the wheel and coasted onto the driveway.
John pried his hands from the dashboard as I drove down the road. “You don’t pull out very well.”
I smirked. “Neither do yo
