Chapter 15
On the Road to Florida
Kevin
THE CROWN VICTORIA wasn’t fazed in the least by pulling a covered trailer at interstate speeds, and its V-8 engine loafed along at a fairly low rpm, even on mild upgrades. David and I took turns driving, swapping every hundred miles or so.
We stopped for supper at a Cracker Barrel, and Grandma insisted on paying. Over supper, she and David had a brief conversation about what he should call her, and she said, “If we’re all going to live together, David, you can’t go on calling me Mrs. Simpson. It sounds way too formal.”
“What shall I call you, then?”
“Mabel will do.”
“I don’t think I can do that.”
“Why not?”
“Where I come from, people my age don’t call people your age by their given names.”
“I can understand that,” she said. “Why don’t you c
