The top carton of eggs slid to the side of Lainey's stack as I hit the pothole coming into Pelican Bay. Lainey repositioned them and adjusted her knees so they no longer resembled a leaning tower of Eggsa.
"Be careful. Those are expensive," I said, slowing to make the turn onto Main Street.
Thankfully, eggs didn't have an odor or my car would reek of them for weeks. As long as we didn't experience any spills, Rachel was safe.
The sun was setting over the ocean as I drove toward it to our destination. I'd picked Lainey up after making a quick stop at the cheaper grocery store on her side of town.
"Why do we need eight cartons of eggs?" she asked as we passed the high school. The light blue egg cartons looked cute against her black leggings and matching black shirt. She'd have to tak
