Eloise leaned back, one hand on the steering wheel of her mother’s Ford Mondeo Wagon, and grew increasingly annoyed at the jam that stopped traffic for miles, as it did every Friday when she had to drive her young twin sisters to her mother’s second ex-husband’s home from the house they all shared with her brother, Andrew, and her mother.
She had mixed feelings about the weekly drive; on the one hand, it meant the room she shared with the twins was all hers for three nights a week, but on the other hand, they always came back on Monday.
Her head and shoulders jerked forward as her seatback was once again buffeted by the tiny, but powerful tennis shoes of Chuckie, twin number one.
“Go Chuckie, go,” chanted Ducks, twin number two; it was as if the two were playing tennis and she was the ball, trapped in a rhythm that made her blood boil.
To the right, just over the guard rail, the mighty Mississippi tumbled fast and far below, and seemed to blink at Eloise in a flashing tattoo that she could almost decode.
Her finger twitched at the door-unlock controls; the twins never wore their seatbelts, so how hard could it be?
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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