“Alright, baby. Make sure you strap your helmet on even tighter…” She ended the page and came right back, whispering, “You know Willie Earl’s grandsons be coming here on the weekends, flying up and down that road on those four wheelers. I don’t know why they don’t stay over in Fort Myers with that mess. Okay. Be safe.” With every page I got, I realized that my dad was right. I should have never showed my mother how to use that feature. You never knew what she was going to say or when she was going to say it. I was going to find a way to disable it without her knowing.
