Papa lives on a dirt road and, not long after we got on the pavement, the car started shaking. Bob got out of the car and walked toward some railroad tracks in order to find something to block the van. At that moment I was already sick of Texas rednecks, not to mention the heat. The tire was ruined and now we had no spare. After we got to my mom's we washed up and mom took us to the Olive Garden for some very expensive Italian food.
Mom is a connoisseur of everything from food to music to books.
Ever since she divorced Papa, she's been busily fine tuning her tastes. She and her friend and boss, Ford, and his wife will be going on a long car trip towards Alaska. Mom is so organized. They had practiced packing and unpacking the car. I have sometimes felt a little intimidated by my Mom.