2 days ago
Lizzie sat in the front seat of her mothers SUV, habitually tugging her hik- ing shorts up and down her legs.
“You and Dad really used to come up here?” She asked, digging a finger into her ear.
Her mother glanced away from the winding mountain road. “A long time ago. Before you were born.”
“He really enjoyed it?”
California’s redwoods loomed over-
head, and Lizzie squinted her eyes at the flashing sunlight, dragging her shorts back over her knees. She was growing faster than Diane could manage, and had been wearing clothes two sizes too big all year. Her mother seemed to fear them being unprepared for the next growth spurt.