The day dawned bright and beautiful, a “whole flowers are blooming, sun is shining, and the breeze is great,” thing. We ate toast and peanut butter, and I showed them the list of places we were going to go see and people we were going to talk to. I had penciled in visits to my sisters, but Mom (‘they are dead to me’) refused to go, and even Tristan (‘are you shitting me?’) looked horrified, so we canceled those. I knew when I was outnumbered, plus I’d already given Tris the car keys. The day was still a bit cool when we left the house, but I thought it might heat up later. Was I ever right?
As soon as I said old folks’ home, surely not the best choice of words, Mom got pissed off. “Why are you letting Horton drive my car?” she asked from the back seat. “Who are we visiting there? I don’t
