Photo prompt: © Linda Kreger
“Hope the driver remembers.” Ella fretted.
Lynn shrugged. “He’ll have to run us over if he forgot.”
“You two, line up already and stop the chatter!”
“Shush, Jerry! Let us cherish the fruits of our labor.”
“Your labor?! Who manned the table saw and has more splinters than a cactus?”
“Poor Bearded Baby … I sanded them all! Quiet, here she comes!”
The van stopped at the cul-de-sac. The driver walked around to the rear and wheeled Mama down.
“Welcome home, Mama Jean!”
“Hey, Ella, ditch the camera! No slackers till the Driving Mrs. Mama Home Train clears the ramp!”