Brenda blew on her coffee to cool it, peering over the top of her glasses at Lillibeth sitting across from her. Lillibeth sipped her milk and returned Brenda’s look with a lightly mocking grin.
“You know it’s a daft idea.” Brenda pressed her point. “You’ve no business with a car like that.”
Lillibeth reached for a cookie to dunk in her milk. “You’re going to tell me it’s too dangerous, too fast, too sporty, too impractical, too…”
“Too daft. Plus the rest. You know you should be driving a safer car. Your insurance rate will be sky-high even with a sensible car. This thing…”
Rolling her eyes, Lillibeth sighed loudly, which Brenda knew was for dramatic effect. “I can afford it. I do have my own money, and I earned every cent of it.” She dipped the cookie halfway into the milk and took a bite.
“I never said you didn’t, or couldn’t.” Brenda rolled her eyes, matching Lillibeth’s reaction precisely. Lillibeth swallowed and stuck out her tongue. It was dotted with bits of cookie. The pair grinned at each other for a moment.
“I took the training wheels off my bicycle years ago,” Lillibeth pouted, “and I don’t need you putting them on for me again.”
Brenda set her coffee cup down before she dropped it. “Surely you don’t think that’s what I’m trying to do?”
“Feels like it.” Lillibeth grimaced. “You’re making an assumption based on my age.” She sipped her milk.
“I … I guess I am, aren’t I?” Brenda admitted.
“You’re trying to.”
“Okay, I give,” Brenda smiled, “but there’s one thing you have to promise me.” She gave Lillibeth a serious look.
Lillibeth placed her milk glass on the table and put on her best long-suffering look. “What is it?”
“You got to let me ride shotgun, Gram.” Brenda broke into a grin.
“You got it, Granddaughter.” Lillibeth laughed, relieved. “There’s no one I’d rather have along.”
Just then, Donna – mother to Brenda and daughter to Lillibeth – entered the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. Seeing Lillibeth and Brenda suddenly hushed and trying to look serious aroused her suspicions. “What are you two thick as thieves about this morning?”
“Oh, nothing.” The reply was nearly in unison and the two exchanged a high-five and knowing winks. Donna looked from one to the other, completely puzzled. She sighed, picked up her coffee cup, and left the room again.