Chapter 7
Traffic wasn’t bad, considering we were trekking north on the biggest travel day of the year, according to every news reporter who spoke words on the radio that morning. The trip wasn’t long, less than four hours. We expected to arrive way ahead of schedule, even with a couple of stops along the way. That was important, Mickey explained, so Onyx and S’mores could have a nice lengthy rest and acclimation period before the parade. He figured Violet might doze off again as well.
“That hat looks good on you,” I said after about forty minutes of humming along to Pops’ tunes from the 70s.
“I hope Keller’s falls off his head and the horse behind him shits on it.”
“That’s a creative diss.” I was impressed.
“I don’t. Not really.”
“I know. You’re a p***y cat at heart. I knew you’d se
