Bette gave her a dirty look. Al, careful with my car or Ill wring your neck.

Wring away, Dad, Alice teased, throwing the car into drive and slamming on the gas, whipping out of the driveway with a screech.

Bette grabbed at the side of the door. Um, Al, she began, tightening her seat belt frantically. Id like to get there alive. Besides, I forgot my crash helmet at home.

Alice rolled her eyes and flipped on the radio, finding a rock station and cranking the volume up to the top level as she whisked around a corner on two wheels.

Bette didnt know what else to do, so she just closed her eyes and prayed as she heard Alice honking the horn and screaming, Move it, old lady! Damn, shes going slow!

Bette opened her eyes to see that Alice was practically in the backseat of the rusty Pinto in front of them. Al, shes probably going the limit. She had to shout to be heard over the music.

What? I cant hear you. Did you say ribbit?

I said shes probably going the speed limit! Bette shouted, her hair flying around her face as they sped down the street. She sputtered as a lock of hair flew into her mouth.

Well, Im going faster, so I have the right of way! Alice replied loudly.

What? Thats not true. How in the world did you get your license? Bette asked over the earsplitting music.

Who said I have one? Alice grinned.

What?!

Calm down, Bette. Geez, I have one. Its somewhere in my purse if you dont believe me. Alice turned the music down a bit. Bette, loosen up and pull that stick out of your *****. This is fun! she chided.

Are you saying Im boring? Bette demanded with a frown.

You said it, not me. Loosen up. Itll do you some good. Try being spontaneous for once, Alice suggested, flying around the car in front of her.

Bette winced, imaging what her disheveled hair must look like as Alice screeched to a stop in front of The Planet.