VACATION

older kid, and, heaving open the huge door on
the massive jeep, he had made his way through a
sea of scratchy cheat grass to the side door of his
mother’s VW bug, and squeezed in.
“Hi mom, what’s going on?” he said.
“We have to go back,” she said flatly,
gripping the wheel. “The grass is too high.”
“Yeah...?” He noticed she was frazzled. Her
hair stuck to her face and she had a dirt streak on
her chin.
“Our car can’t do it,” she sounded hot and
irritated. “You have to have a high axle out
here…. Plus, you never know what’s down
there. Sooner or later, we’re going to encounter
something and we’ll be stuck with a lot of
hassle. Plus, I can’t see the rocks. You heard all
those bumps. They’re getting worse.”