Thirty-Seven
Emma
Road trip!
If I never heard the ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall song again, it would be too soon.
Who knew Trixie loved to play annoying games during long car rides.
“Oh, Maine, mark me down,” she said, calling off another license place.
I don’t know if she realizes she was the only one still playing, or simply doesn’t care.
Wes wrote it down, then went back to his book.
“How can he read in the car without getting sick?” I asked Brody. He and I were in the third row, with Wes and Trixie in the middle and Ridge and Karrie up front.
“He’s a freak,” Brody replied.
“I heard that,” Wes muttered.
“No s**t, you’re sitting two feet in front of me,” Brody shot back.
In addition to games, there had been a lot of banter between brothers.
We’d been driving for si
