'It will be marvelous to have someone dependable to drive the children to school everyday,' Mrs. They settled down to the dreary business of waiting. Marian took them out of her bag: her learner's permit the car registration, and her birth certificate. I know.' The car turned right, at a traffic signal, into a side road and slid up to the curb at the rear of a short line of parked cars. 'I don't remember doing all the things the inspector marked down on my blank.' 'People say that they only want you to slip them a little something,' Mrs. Anybody would slide on a steep hill on a wet day like that.' 'It takes four mistakes to flunk you,' Marian said. 'You drive beautifully, Marian,' she said. Ericson watched her dark, competent hands and wondered for the thousandth time how the house had ever managed to get along without her, or how she had lived through those earlier years when her household had been presided over by a series of slatternly white girls who had considered housework demeaning and the care of children an added insult. 'I'll be glad to if you're feeling jumpy.' Marian shook her head. It was one of the first hot days of June, and when they reached the boulevard they found it crowded with cars headed for the beaches. Marian drove the car slowly through the shady suburban streets. Ericson began, and subsided after a glance at the girl's set profile. 'They probably do like it better if a white person shows up with you.' 'Oh, I don't think it's that,' Mrs. 'Perhaps last time your Cousin Bill made you nervous, talking too much on the way.' 'Yes, Ma'am,' Marian said in her soft unaccented voice. Ericson said as Marian slipped into the driver's seat beside her.
'It's probably better to have someone a little older with you,' Mrs.
On the afternoon Marian took her second driving test, Mrs.
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