I quickly said goodbye to Dad and ran up the front steps to the cabin as Aunt Hazel, Frank, and Ben were on their way out. Ben put his hand up for me to high-five. “You rocked it, didn’t you? Lemme see how much your picture sucks.” I slapped his hand in a severely awkward and girly manner, my face heating at the attention he was paying me. “My picture doesn’t suck that bad. I only have one of my eyes closed,” I joked, pulling my wallet from my purse and holding out my freshly minted driver’s license for them to see. “You look lovely, Zellie,” Aunt Hazel said. Frank and Ben nodded in agreement. “Thanks.” I stuck it back in the see-through plastic compartment of my wallet that had, up until now, held my student ID. I’d chucked it in the garbage the night before. Wouldn’t need that ever again. “Where are you guys going?” Frank smiled. “We’re headed over to Bend to get my car. It’s been parked in the motel parking lot for two days, so I’m hoping it hasn’t been towed.”
