Erin’s dad urges her to demand paperwork and warranty info on the tires she’s just had put on the car.
Erin bursts into tears at the thought that she may have done something terrible to hurt the car and demonstrate her utter failure as an adult. This is particularly jarring as it comes on the heels of recent organizational achievement in the attic and numerous loads of washed and folded laundry.
Dad realizes she’s somehow been overwhelmed and coaxes her back down to more moderate emotional levels, chalking it up to Sydney’s absence this weekend and the fact that she’s been among pussyfooting ninnies for a long time, rather than the straight-talking engineers of home.
Life resumes as normal.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
I would have given much to have seen comments on this topic:)