Moody as ever, Melissa hadn’t spoken since pickup. Ahead, something black lay in the road.
“Mom, you’ll hit it!”
“I’m afraid it’s already dead, dear.”
“It’s Shadow!” cried Melissa.
“No,” said Mother. “Shadow’s paws are white.”
“Stop!” screamed Melissa. “It’s going to get smushed!”
“Honey, there’s no room to pull over.”
Mother started by, then stopped, blocking the road. Horns began blaring. Mother exited, lifted the black cat, and placed it gently off the road.
A motorist swore. Mother turned and raised her middle finger, then returned to the car.
Moving again, Melissa leaned over and kissed Mother on the cheek.