Driving with Susy

Susy’s family lived on our block,  just a few houses away,  and our parents were close friends.  In my mind’s eye I can still see our mothers sitting together in our kitchen,  me watching in fascination as Susy’s mom twisted the string around her teabag to get the last drop of flavor. And I remember calling for Susy after school and we’d roller skate together for hours around and around the block. And I remember running down to their house early one morning to tell them my baby...

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