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Nora finally took out her dad’s CD and we listened to it as we resumed our journey back to Minnesota. She sat in the front, staring out the window while Henry drove, his hands clutching the steering wheel so tightly, that I thought he worried the heavy metal music would somehow shake him off. He was a trooper, however, and didn’t complain, although I was sure the music was driving him crazy. When the last song ended, Henry removed the CD and handed it back to Nora.
“What did you think?” she asked him, trying to bite back a smile.
He cleared his throat. “Well, it was loud.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, I know. Not your type of music.”
“Well, now, I never said I didn’t like it. Fact is, I’m pretty hip about a lot of things.”
Nora and I both burst out laughing.
“What’s so f
