SEVENTY THREE-- AWAY FROM HOME

Hmmmmmmm. I was quiet throughout the ride away from Kangaroo Estate, and its environs. Mom was a little too aggressive at the wheel, she hit some bumps like three times, and almost knocked down a frail woman at the zebra crossing. She was very impatient and I saw her stare at the side mirror a number of times. Someone needed to tell her to calm down. Someone like Jack. I myself badly wanted to hug her and whisper sweet nothings to her ears, and tell her to be calm, and get a grip, but it was silly, so I decided against the prospect. I wondered if she remembered she had three kids in the back seat. Her own kids. My twin siblings were snoring off the whole time. I wonder how toddlers do it. How do they sleep when there's chaos everywhere? A lot of things were running through my mind but I couldn't talk to mom. She seemed to be in a hurry to get us out of there. I was sure she had a lot in her head and she looked like she could do with some long-sought sound sleep. Mom played some mus