I think the world is moving much too slowly. I can tell he's still angry. He was angry this morning when we put the suitcases and things in the trunk of the black Plymouth coupe. We put a rod and tackle box back there too.
Mom now makes a little noise.
She must think her words help me with Dad. They never did before, or now for that matter. I ride sitting on an apple box behind Dad, and Peter sits on another one behind Mom when he isn't sitting in her lap. Peter is three and sits in Mom's lap at the risk of being spoiled. You spoil that boy, Julia.