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“I'M READY TO go,” Grandma said.
She was dressed in her purple warm-up suit and white tennies. Her hair was neatly curled, and she was wearing pink lipstick. She had her big black leather purse tucked into the crook of her arm. My fear was that she was packing the long-barrel, and might threaten the DMV guy if he didn't give her a license.
“You don't have your gun in there, do you?” I asked.
“Of course not.”
I didn't believe her for a second.
When we got downstairs to the lot, Grandma went to the Buick. “I figure I stand a better chance of getting my license if I'm driving the Buick,” she said. “I heard they worry about young chicks in sports cars.”
Habib and Mitchell pulled into the lot. They were back in the Lincoln.
“Looks good as new,” I said.
Mitchell beamed. “Yeah, they did a great job on it. We just got it this morning. We had to wait for the paint to dry.” He looked at Grandma, sitting behind the wheel of the Buick. “What's up for today?”
“I'm taking my grandmother to get her driver's license.”
“That's real nice of you,” Mitchell said. “You're a good granddaughter, but isn't she kind of old?”
Grandma clamped down on her dentures. “Old?” she yelled. “I'll show you old.” I heard her purse click open, and Grandma reached down and came up with the long-barrel. “I'm not too old to shoot you in the eye,” she said, leveling the gun.
Mitchell and Habib ducked flat on the seat, out of sight.
I glared at Grandma. “I thought you said you didn't have the gun with you.”
“Guess I was wrong.”
“Put it away. And you better not threaten anyone at the DMV either, or they'll arrest you.”
“Crazy old broad,” Mitchell said from low in the Lincoln.
“That's better,” Grandma said. “I like being a broad.”
Stephanie Plum 6 - Hot Six
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I HAD MIXED feelings about Grandma getting her license. On the one hand, I thought it was great that she'd be more independent. On the other hand, I didn't want to be on the road with her. She'd run a red light on the way over, snapped me against my seat belt every time she stopped, and parked in a handicapped spot at the DMV, insisting it went along with joining the AARP.
When Grandma stomped into the waiting room after taking her road test, I immediately knew the streets were safe for a little while longer.
“If that don't tear it,” she said. “He didn't pass me on hardly anything.”
“You can take the test again,” I said.
“Darn right, I can. I'm gonna keep taking it until I pass. I got a God-given right to drive a car.” She pressed her lips tight together. “Guess I should have gone to church yesterday.”
“Wouldn't have hurt,” I said.
“Well, I'm pulling out all the stops next time. I'm lighting a candle. I'm doing the works.”
Mitchell and Habib were still following us, but they were about a quarter-mile back. They'd almost plowed into us several times on the way over when Grandma had stopped short, and they weren't taking any chances on the way home.
“Are you still moving out?” I asked Grandma.
