I EASED MY FOOT OFF the clutch, turning slowly out of the driveway and onto the road. The car jolted as the left rear wheel dropped over the kerb. Shoot. I cut the corner too close.
“Woah.” George steadied the pot of soup, his arms acting as extra suspension.
“You right?” I dragged my eyes back to the road.
“All good.” He settled the pot back on his lap, insulated with a folded beach towel.
I continued down the quiet street, paying extra attention to my gear changes. I hadn’t bunny-hopped since I got my full licence, but it would be more than embarrassing if it happened now. What had got into me? I turned onto Bagot Road, accelerating smoothly to merge with the traffic.
We made it to Bicentennial Park on the Esplanade without further incident. The soup van pulled up in the carpark th
