“And you think we should encourage the chaos by letting the heathen behind the wheel?”
“Come on, Cat, we talked about this. He’s sixteen, he doesn’t want us to drive him everywhere. It’s not cool.” Kara is very invested in cool, maybe it’s because she still only has a permit, and her driving encourages no confidence.
“Until I see that poor driving isn’t genetic,” Cat grouses, and presses a kiss to Carter’s forehead, and another to Kara’s cheek, “He’s not getting anywhere near Stella. He can drive Chuck.”
You can’t help frowning, because Chuck is your grandfather’s 1987 VW station wagon, a boat sized vehicle that is somehow still driving a thousand and a half years later. You’d much rather drive Stella, Cat’s brand new Mercedes lease.
“What?” You groan, “That car’s older than I am.”
Cat pats your cheek while she walks by, “I have shoes older than you are.”i will make you queen of everything you see by @civilorange : chronological order [#33] snapshot 45