Lizzie leaned forward. "Are you guys mad at me?"
"You ran over your grandmother!" Her mom spat.
"It was an accident!"
"How was it an accident?"
"I didn't look in my mirrors."
"Why?"
"I really wanted to go to the car wash."
"You would think that if a person gets their driver's license, it means that they can drive."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't wake up my mom."
"I'm sorry with a cherry on top?"
"Just stop."
"Now, honey, don't be so hard on Lizzie," said the father. "She was nice enough to buy you those honeymoon shoes."
"That's not what those shoes are for," Lizzie reminded. "Can I invite my friends here so I can have someone to talk to?"
"Whatever, Lizzie," responded her mom.
Lizzie took out her cell phone. "Don't frowny-face at me. It was Grandma Esth who decided to walk in front of the back of your car."
As Lizzie dialed a number into her phone, her mom slowly put out her hands to simulate that she was going to choke her. Her husband clasped onto her wrists and pushed her arms down.
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