After prom, Irene came back home and cried all night until the morning when we didn’t hear anything else from her. When she came out of her room, she was not crying anymore. After that, she was planning.
On the bench seat of the cherry red Chevrolet, we sat with our small packed bags. Irene got the garage door open with our father’s remote opener and that was louder than we realized. We were in a hurry to go before anyone could hear and stop us. Then there would be a family meeting. A lot of questions we don’t have answers to. And therapy sessions about the divorce. I turned the key, and the engine turned, that is louder than we expect too. But at least we were doing it. I somehow managed the gas and we lurched forward. We were out on the road and the ragtop flew back. Our neighborhood glittered around us.
It was a perfect moment.FDM.
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