Growing up might not be as exciting as we thought, but whatever it takes to get me into a car, I’m there
The doorbell rings, loud and obnoxious. I run down the stairs, pull it open, yank Debbi in, and we jump up and down screaming until Ma comes out, a smile playing around her lips.
“So, you girls excited for your first driver’s ed class?”
We shriek in response. Ma laughs and follows us out the front door.
We jabber the entire way there. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my entire life, including Libby’s l’chayim.
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