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Nephilim Quest 1 Shadowhunter. Chapter 4 / Grandma's Gift
We drove Muffin home. There was still no one from Kitty's family around, so I did not have to talk to them.
"'Bye, Muffin." I patted him on the head, feeling a bit sad again at the sight of his little face at the gate.
I got back into Grandma's car and she started the engine and began to drive along the back road towards our house.
Grandma sometimes remarked that in another life she might have been a rally driver. She refused to act her age, a thing my conservative mother could not accept. I often thought that Mom was born old, and to be honest, she didn't have much of a sense of humour. She felt most at ease in her kitchen, away from the turmoil of the world. Grandma, on the other hand, wasn't the kind of person who would spend her days in the kitchen baking pies for church events. She wanted to see life. And she loved her sports car.
"There's not much chance of meeting people on your roads, not in the back of beyond where you live," she had once explained to my mother, who considered her behaviour childish. "I'm always careful when we meet with horse riders and only put my foot down on long clear stretches. And why buy a car like this, if you never have any fun with it?"
"Why indeed..." Mom had muttered through gritted teeth, her fingers gripping the side of the seat, and her butt pressed down hard in it as usual. Fast driving was on top of her list of reckless behavior.
Mom was not a very spontaneous person, I mused as we drove along.
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