The Sunday drive

My brother and sister and I fought like cats and dogs most of the time. How our parents endured it, I’ll never know. A couple of times, we pushed them too far. When that happened, no matter where we were, everything stopped while some parent ‘handled’ it.

The most humiliating time was during a drive to my grandmother’s house one Sunday afternoon. Mom finally had enough. We were in the back seat and Adam didn’t like ‘sitting on the hump’. There was a raised area where his feet were to go and he had nowhere to put them down.

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