The Taming of the ShrewOne more week and then I’m done.
One more week and then I’m done.I made my way to my antiquated Vespa to meet Mira and go home.
“Nora—”
“Let’s just go.” I got on, and Mira climbed on behind me.
The Vespa sputtered to life, and we took off. The three-mile ride was uneventful and the wind in my face from the ride calmed my nerves. When we reached the house, Mira held open the gate while I pushed the scooter through the side yard and into the garage through the side door.
“Nora?”
“What?”
“What happened to your mole?”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s not there.”
“You’re not funny.” I didn’t expect Mira to be mean. Had I been wrong about her?
“No… Look in the mirror.” Mira pointed at the side mirror on the Vespa.
Annoyed, I bent over to examine my reflectio
