The hazards of being a single girl, part 3

I get to ride in the car with the only other single person—my widowed grandmother—and hold both our open bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade while she drives up the road.

It really wasn’t that far. And we were both wearing our seatbelts. At least I was. Maybe Meme is really living dangerously now.

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