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We’d settled into a nice routine by the time Vera had been with us for a week. She only gave Tania and I the occasional side eye when one of us had to surreptitiously scold Sam for being cheeky.
“Do you think Sage would be mad if we called out today? It’s so gross out,” Vera sighed, staring out at the downpour through the back kitchen window.
“I think it is smarter to ask your co-worker for a ride,” Tania replied, setting down a spatula.
“I’m all for driving there today,” I started, setting my coffee cup on the counter, “but I don’t think you want me driving. I'm still thrown off driving on the other side of the road.”
“I think you can manage the trip. It’s only two turns,” Tania said and pointed to the little rack affixed to the side of the refrigerator. “Take the car.”
“Are you s
