Finally Sally came marching out the back door with tears in her eyes.
“…bastard…” she mumbled almost incoherently as she slammed the door to the weathered minivan.
As they peeled out of the driveway, Jordan didn’t bother asking or speaking. She knew her mom was as frustrated and stressed at her; maybe more.
The two screamed South through Ballard traffic toward downtown Seattle – luckily it was against rush hour so traffic was much less of a concern than Jordan had anticipated. They entered the lot of the Post Office at 4:56 and when all was said and done, the timestamp on the young girl’s envelope read November 15, 4:59pm, Ballard WA.
A flood of relief rushed over her body as she saw it plop into the full mail cart.
I’ve done it. I can’t believe it. I made it. It’s over.
But little did Jordan know, the excitement and festivities for the evening were only just beginning.
