Finally, at 4:41 (exactly), Dad’s black Mercedes pulled up to the curb, Jordan called for her mom and jumped up, dashing for the back door. Almost knocking Mindi over and actually knocking Jen to her padded rear, the girl was on a mission. With one baby crying, another child hollering “foul”, a third begging for her to ‘drive!”, Sally was flustered as well. She had the added irritation at the slowness with which her husband was moving: still sitting in his fancy black car during the pandemonium inside.
Waiting in the minivan, Jordan was sweating with nervous anxiety – this is gonna kill me I swear. 4:43 now. 4:44 now. It takes at least 10 minutes to get to the post office too; probably more in traffic!