Morton rubbed his hands together eagerly. "She's right. I'm a great driver, steady as they come. Won't slow you down one bit."
Lambert pulled me out of the car, pleading with me to just give in.
We were still arguing when I turned around and saw Bernice and Morton climbing inside. Bernice scooped up my sleeping son. Morton wrenched the car seat buckle open with brute force and tossed the whole thing into the trunk like it was garbage.
My entire body shook with rage. I spun around to stop them.
Lambert grabbed my arm, his voice dripping with exasperation. "Astrid! It's not that big a deal. Can you just stop making a scene?"
I ripped my arm free and shouted, "Fine! You all go. I'll take my son and get a cab myself!"
Bernice clutched Tommy tighter, refusing to let go.
"Now that's just unreasonable, Astrid. You've got a perfectly good car right here. Why would you waste money on a cab?"
She scoffed. "How much does my brother have to earn before you stop burning through his money like this?"
Her voice turned sharp. "It's an eight-hour drive back. If you're really willing to let Tommy go hungry for eight hours, then go ahead. Get your cab."