There are some mornings that my little girl is standing by the front door, French-braided hair, lunchbox and all— and Elisheva’s car takes forever to arrive
How could you let me down at the last minute?
I appreciate what you’ve done for me, but our arrangement doesn’t work for my family any more. Afternoon car pool. Crawling cars, incessant beeping, bottleneck traffic in front of the school.
Dina:
Ileaned on the wheel and glanced up at the clock. Two minutes till dismissal. Good thing I’m experienced at this. I calculated that I had six minutes until the girls come out, a minute or two to have everyone buckled in. Eight minutes maximum, and we should be on our way.
“Hi, Mommy!”
My third-grader plopped into the front seat. Her ponytail was loose and her bookbag half-unzipped. I reached over to close it.
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