As they left the school, Mikey caught a glimpse of Susan. It was still recess time for another few minutes, so all the kids were still outside. Susan, who now looked slightly shorter than before (but still much too tall for a supposed 10-year old), was leaning back against the building and looking directly at Mikey. She then punched her fist into her hand, and smiled.
Mikey gulped.
When they got to the car, Mikey got into the passenger side and watched as Richy got behind the wheel. Suddenly, Mikey didn't feel all that safe. A 10-year old driving? How was Richy even supposed to see? He was too short.
Mikey looked at the boy who took his mother's place. It was so weird seeing Richy wearing women's clothes, especially his mother's. In any other circumstance, he'd find it hilarious. But sitting in a car being driven by a boy his age? Not so much.
All the way home, Mikey braced himself and held his breath. More than once, Richy looked over at him, with concern.
When they finally got home, Mikey was incredibly relieved. They hadn't died. But he still couldn't figure out how Richy was even able to drive.
"Mikey, are you okay?" Richy asked the boy who he thought was his son. He no longer seemed angry, just concerned.
