Along for the Ride

by Sarah Dessen

“Honey, I’m not really at a good stopping point,” my dad said. “Can it wait twenty minutes?

As a woman with two children, I would actually murder my husband.

“She’s offering, Heidi,” my dad said. I still couldn’t see him, only hear his voice, booming down from sights unseen, like God. “Don’t be a martyr.”

He would die.

But Maggie was just . . . well, she was just like Heidi. A girl’s girl, all the way, all pink and fluff and frivolity. Even worse, she was happy about it.

What a snob.

“Just because something’s damaged doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be treated with respect.”

Life shouldn’t be about the either/or. We’re capable of more than that, you know?