“So what happened?” Mom asks.
“Her head gasket blew,” Daddy says.
Mom shakes her head. “What does that mean?”
“It means her car is totaled.”
Mom blows out a breath. “We weren’t planning on a new car.”
“We won’t be buying a new car, not for the foreseeable future,” Daddy says.
“How can we get around it? Penny’s schedule is so different from yours.”
Daddy sends me a hard look, as if I’m being disciplined. I bite my lower lip because instead of making me scared or nervous, it’s making me wet.
“Penny will start waking up early and coming with me.”
Mom turns a surprised look in my direction. I’m not exactly a morning person. I have a habit of procrastinating, then studying late into the night and sleeping in.
“You’re going to go to school hours before your first class of the day?” Mom
