Erica handed me the keys to Mom's car. "I'll follow you," she said.

Twice behind the wheel. Normally this would be a dream come true. Now I just wished Mom would appear in the passenger's seat and give me a hard time about what I was about to do to her transmission.

I impressed myself with my driving skills, actually. Especially considering life was fairly crappy at the moment. Erica didn't even pull in, just tooted her horn on the way by. Her red Mini Cooper scooted ...