“She is eight.”
Miranda shrugged.
“I walked places at eight.”
“No,” I said. “You didn’t. I drove you everywhere once I got my license, because Mom said your anxiety made buses too stressful.”

That landed.
Dean looked up from his phone at last.
“She is eight.”
Miranda shrugged.
“I walked places at eight.”
“No,” I said. “You didn’t. I drove you everywhere once I got my license, because Mom said your anxiety made buses too stressful.”

That landed.
Dean looked up from his phone at last.
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