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I zipped uphow Diane was so happily draggingby the hand in just a stretched-out sweater and acid-wash maternity jeans Her puffy nose was red, but she insisted she was on the brink of sweating

"It’s just the next street!" she said, encouraging the boys not to stop in front of us

"Trenton, I can’t see you when you’re just below o doith the ship," she said, shooing hi driveway "Thirty-seven hundred! Can you believe it?"

A practically new conversion van sat with a For Sale sign in the front windshield; its red paint barely visible under three feet of snow

I gulped Our current van that barely fit our family of six still wasn’t paid off "It looks new Are you sure that’s the right price?"

She clapped her hands "I know! It’s like Heaven just plopped it right in front of us!"

Her perfect smile and the deep di it iet their number, and I’ll make an appointment to take it for a test drive"

Diane clapped her hands once, holding them at her chest "Really?"

I shook my head once "If it’s what you want"

She ju down "See? Didn’t I tell you? Everything is going to be all right, little T"

"Mo on her jeans

Diane slowly et eye-level hichever son wanted her attention Trenton was holding her index finger, and she lifted it to her y hand "Yes, sir?"

"I like the car"

"You like the car?" she asked She looked up at me "Hear that, Daddy? Trenton wants the car"

"Then we have to get the car," I said, shrugging

Trenton and Diane flasheddi to get you the car! Good choice, Trenton!"

Trenton threw his arms around his mom’s neck and squeezed "Love you, Mommy"