No Home Tonight
I was ticked off but tried to soothe her, "Tracy, how about we wait until we're at Grandpa's to get some treats, okay?"
She gave a little nod, quietly giving up on asking for snacks.
Our old family place was out in the sticks, a solid half-hour drive from the train station.
Midway, Suzy complained of feeling queasy. "Henry, could you get your sister to ease up on the gas? I'm going to hurl."
I checked the dash—barely hitting 40 kilometers per hour. We were not exactly racing.
However, no matter how my brother tried to calm her, she was still miffed.
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