The tall pre-teen wasn’t terribly thrilled with this plan but she didn’t know of another way – Dad certainly isn’t gonna volunteer to come along (and I’m not sure I want him anyways); and I doubt he’s gonna volunteer to help out with the girls all night either. Ugh! I hope ‘nothing’ happens!!
The primary bad news was that as the soon-to-be patient rifled through her room for the best nightwear, it was already 4:15pm, the post office closed at 5:00 on the dot, and her Dad hadn’t yet bothered to show up.
He was supposed to be here by 4!! Jordan fumed. How am I supposed to get my story postmarked in time if we can’t leave?