The town smudges
outside my window.
I close my eyes,
my stomach clenching.
Aunt Bee drives like Gran,
fast and wild,
like she’s trying
to outrun what
we all heard.
I sure wish she could.
We don’t talk
the whole way home.
Aunt Bee doesn’t even yell
at other drivers,
and for some reason,
this makes my stomach
hurt more.