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Show Fair Forever 125 I know how she feels. Mom takes a deep breath, smelling the salt air. "What a gorgeous day! You should go for a row." She's right, but I hesitate. I glance down at my phone. Mom rises and stands next to me, curling her arms around me from behind. Funny, only a few days ago she was trying to talk me out of going on the bay. Things do change. "I drove a man's truck yesterday," I announce, trying to sound casual, like driving a truck is no big deal. Mom exhales a sudden breath. "You did what?" "A man needed help at the marina. He asked me to drive his truck." "When did you go to the marina?" "Yesterday morning. After the race." Mom tries to remember. She leans against the doorpost. "Why couldn't the man drive the truck himself?" "He was in his boat. He had just launched off his trailer." "You drove a truck with a trailer?" I nod. "The truck was huge. I had to climb in like I was climbing a ladder, like , truckers do with big rigs." I grab a porch chair and step up onto its seat, sitting on the back. I pretend to be. driving. "Did you happen to tell the man that you aren't even fourteen?" "Not exactly." Mom shakes her head in disbelief. |