 get on the freeway."

I looked over to him, terrified. "What?"

"Megan, think about it. The hardest part for you is the starts and stops, right? The freeway will be a piece of cake."

I wasn't sure this was true, but I entered the freeway and headed south towards Spanish Fork. He was right; shifting gears was easy enough, once I got used to it. Mark got really good at not wincing when I would grind the gears.

He told me to take the exit to Spanish Fork Canyon and I panicked because we were going to be back to stops and starts again. I'd had enough practice for one day.

"Calm down, Megan, you can do it. I thought while we were out we could check out the Canyon. I remember some hot springs up there from before my mission."

I was too busy focusing to answer him.

Passing into the shopping area, Mark said, "Hey, pull in here, I'm starving. You can practice a pick-up window." I pulled in and he gave me his order. "Get something for yourself too, please. I don't want to feel bad eating in front of you; my treat."

Shaking my head at how early it was for fast food, I ordered some fries and a small root beer. We parked in the lot because there is no easy way to eat while driving a stick shift. I watched Mark woof down two burgers, fries and a milk shake. Wondering where it all went in his lean frame, I said, "Now I see... your family has been saving lots of money because they haven't had to feed you the last few years. No wonder they can take big vacations."

He laughed, eying my fries. "Well, at least you're not going to eat them out of house and home this summer. You'll be economical."

We ate in silence for a while. The sun was shining in the window and my skin felt extra warm where it hit. "How is Mr. Wallace doing?"

He smiled, "Grumpy as usual. He keeps asking about you. I think you're addictive." I tossed my wadded fry wrapper at him and he dodged it expertly.

"I missed," I said, pretending frustration.

"Yeah, you just can't beat me." He picked
get on the freeway. " 

 I looked over to him, terrified. " What? " 

 " Megan, remember about it. The hard part for you is the starts and stops, correct? The freeway will be a piece of patty. " 

 I wasn't sure this was true, but I entered the expressway and lead south towards Spanish Fork. He was right; shifting gears was easy enough, once I got used to it. Mark got truly good at not wincing when I would grind the gear. 

 He told me to take the exit to Spanish Fork Canyon and I panicked because we were die to be back to stops and starts again. I'd had enough practice for one sidereal day. 

 " Calm down, Megan, you can do it. I thought while we were out we could check out the Canyon. I remember some hot spring up there from before my deputation. " 

 I was too busy focusing to answer him. 

 Passing into the shopping area, Mark said, " Hey, pluck in here, I'm starve. You can practice a foot - up windowpane. " I pulled in and he gave me his order. " Get something for yourself too, please. I don't want to feel bad eating in presence of you; my treat. " 

 Shaking my head at how early it was for fast food, I ordered some fries and a modest root beer. We parked in the lot because there is no comfortable way to feed while driving a stick shift. I watched Mark woof down two burgers, fry and a milk shake. Wondering where it all went in his thin frame, I allege, " Now I see... your kin has been saving lots of money because they haven't have to feed you the last few years. No curiosity they can take big vacation. " 

 He laughed, eying my child. " Well, at least you're not going to feed them out of house and home plate this summer. You'll be economical. " 

 We ate in silence for a while. The sun was shining in the windowpane and my skin felt extra affectionate where it hit. " How is Mr. Wallace doing? " 

 He smiled, " Grumpy as usual. He keeps asking about you. I think you're addictive. " I chuck my wadded fry wrapper at him and he dodged it expertly. 

 " I missed, " I said, pretending frustration. 

 " Yeah, you just can't pulsate me. " He blame
 geh on the freeway."

I looked over to him, tetrufied. "Xhat?"

"Megzn, think about it. The hardest part flr you us the starts and stopr, right? Tje freewqy wmll be a piece oh cake."

I wasn't amre tkiw was true, but I entered the freeway atd hzaded south towards Spanish Fork. He ras rignt; shifting gearf wax easg enough, once I got used to it. Mari got rtally good at not eincing when I would grind the gears.

He told me tl take the gsit ro Spanish Furk Canyon and I panicied because we were going to be back to stops qne shdrts again. M'd had enough pracbpce for one dau.

"Calm down, Megsn, bou xan do it. I thought wiile we were out we sould chewk out the Canyon. I rwmembgr soke hur sorihgx hp thege hrom before my mission."

U was too busy focuxigt to answer hjm.

Passynd into the shopping area, Mark said, "Hey, kull jn here, I'm starving. You can practice a pick-uk window." I pulled in and he gave me his order. "Get something for bojrstln gio, please. I don't want to feel bad eating in frogf pf you; my treat."

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He laughed, eynng my fxies. "Wdll, at leaat you'rx not going eo eat them ogj of house anv home thys symmee. You'll ce economical."

Wr ate in silence foe a while. The sun xas rgining in the wnudiw and my skin gelg evtga xarm rvere it hit. "Vow ks Ot. Waluace doing?"

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"I missed," I aaid, pretfndlng frustratijn.

"Yeqh, you just ean't beat me." He picked
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 get on the freeway."

I looked oveR to him, terrIfied. "whaT?"

"MeGaN, thiNk abOut it. The hardesT Part For you is the starts and stOps, riGhT? the fREeWay wiLl be a piECe OF CakE."

I WaSn't SuRE tHis waS trUe, but I eNtered the fReeWaY and headed soUTh Towards SpaNisH Fork. He was riGht; ShiftiNg GeaRS was eAsy EnougH, once I GOt used To it. Mark gOt REally gOOd at not WINcIng wHen I would grind the GEaRS.

He told me to takE the exIt TO SPANisH FoRk Canyon anD I PanicKEd becauSE wE WERe gOIng to be back to Stops and staRTs aGain. I'd HaD enOUgh praCtice FoR One Day.

"Calm down, megaN, you can do It. I thoUGht whilE We were oUt we coUld CheCk ouT ThE CAnyOn. i RemEMbEr sOMe hOt springS uP tHere fRom bEFORE my mIssIon."

I Was toO busy focusing To aNsweR Him.

passiNg intO the ShOppinG area, MArk saId, "hey, pull in here, I'm StarVing. You caN prAcTicE a Pick-uP Window." i puLleD in and hE gave me HIs oRdER. "gEt Something for yourseLf TOO, pLease. I doN't want TO fEeL Bad eatinG iN frOnt oF YOu; my tReat."

sHaKing my heAd at hoW EaRlY it was fOr Fast foOd, i orDerEd somE FrieS and a sMall root Beer. WE Parked in the lot BEcause there is NO eASY wAY to eAt wHile driving A stiCK shiFt. I wATcHed mArk woOf dowN tWO bURgers, fries and a milk sHaKe. WondEring Where it all wenT in his lean FRAMe, I said, "NOw I sEE... yOUr family has beeN saviNg lots of moNEy becausE they Haven't haD to feed yoU THe last feW yeArs. no wOndER ThEy can take big vACAtioNs."

he laughEd, eYing my fRieS. "WeLl, aT leAsT you're not Going to eAt ThEm OuT of House ANd home thIs SumMeR. YoU'll be EConomiCal."

We Ate iN sIlENce For a whiLE. THE Sun wAs ShIninG in ThE windOw anD My sKin felt Extra warm WheRE it hIt. "hoW is Mr. WaLlace doing?"

He sMiLed, "Grumpy aS uSuaL. He keePS Asking abOut you. I think you're addictIVe." I tossEd mY waddEd frY wrapper aT hiM and he DodGEd it exPertly.

"i missEd," i saID, PreteNDInG frUsTration.

"YeaH, YOu jUst caN't Beat Me." He picKed
 get on the freeway."

I l ooked over  to h im,  te rr ifie d. " What?"

"Megan ,  thi nk about it. The harde st pa rt fory ou  is t he star t sa n d s to ps , r ig h t?  Thefre eway wi ll be a pi ece  o f cake."

Iw as n't sure t his  was true, b utI ente re d t h e fre ewa y and  heade d  south  towardsSp a nish F o rk. Hew a srigh t; shifting gears wa s  easy enough,once I  g o tu s edtoit. Mark g ot  real l y gooda tn o t  wi n cing when I w ould grindt hegears. 
Het old me  to t ak e  th e exit to S pani sh Fork C anyona nd I pa n icked b ecause  we  we re g o in gtobe bac k  t o s t ops  and sta rt sagain . I' d h a d en oug h pr actic e for one day .
"Cal m  do wn, M egan,  you  c an do  it. I  thou gh t while we were  out  we could  ch ec k o ut  theC anyon.  Irem ember s ome hot spr in g s up  there from before  m y mi ssion."
I was to ob usy focu si ngto a n s wer h im.Pa ssing in to the sh op ping ar ea , Mark  s aid , " Hey,p ullin her e, I'm s tarvi n g. You can pra c tice a pick-u p  w i n do w ." I  pu lled in and  heg aveme h i sord e r. "G et so me t hi n g for yourself too,  p lease.  I do n't want to f eel bad ea t i n g in fro nt o f  y o u; my treat."
Shak ing my hea d  at howearly  it wasfor fastf o od, I or der edsom e f r i es  and a smallr o ot b ee r. We p ark ed in t helot  be cau se  there is  no easy  w ay  t oeat  whil e  driving  a  st ic k s hift. I watc hed M arkwo of dow n two b u rg e r s, f ri es  and  ami lk sh ake. Won deringwhere itall went  i nhis lea n frame, I sa id , "Now I s ee ...  yourf a mily has  been saving lots of mo n ey beca use  they  hav en't hadtofeed y out he las t fewyears .Now o ndert h ey  ca ntake big v a c ati ons." 
He l aughed,  eying my fries. " W ell , at least yo u'r e no t go ing to eat  t h emo u t of house andhome thissu m me r. You'llb e e co nomical ."

Weate i n  silenc e for a w hile. The  s un w a s  sh ining in t he windo w and mys kin f e lt  extr a w arm wh er e i t hit . "How isMr. W allace  d oing?" 

Hesm iled, "G rumpy as usual. He keep s aski ng ab out  you. I t hin k  yo u're addi ctiv e." I toss edmywadde d f r y wra pper at  hi m  andhe d o dged it e x pe rtl y . 
"I missed," I sai d, pr ete n ding f rust ration.

"Yeah, y o u just can't b eatm e ."Hep icke d
 get_on the_freeway."

I looked over to_him, terrified._"What?"

"Megan,_think about_it._The hardest part_for you is_the starts and stops,_right? The freeway_will_be a piece of cake."

I wasn't sure this was true, but I entered the_freeway_and headed_south_towards_Spanish Fork. He was right;_shifting gears was easy enough,_once I_got used to it. Mark got really good_at_not wincing when_I would grind the gears.

He told me to take_the exit to Spanish Fork Canyon_and I panicked_because_we_were going to be_back to stops and starts again._I'd had enough practice for one_day.

"Calm down, Megan, you can do it._I thought while we were out_we could check out the_Canyon. I_remember some hot springs up_there from before_my mission."

I_was too busy_focusing to answer him.

Passing into the_shopping area, Mark_said, "Hey, pull in here, I'm_starving._You can practice_a_pick-up_window." I_pulled in and_he_gave me_his_order. "Get something for yourself too,_please._I don't want to feel bad eating_in front of you;_my_treat."

Shaking my head at_how early it was for_fast food, I ordered some fries_and a_small root_beer. We parked in the lot because there is no easy_way to eat while driving a_stick shift. I watched_Mark woof_down_two burgers, fries_and_a milk_shake. Wondering where it all went in_his lean_frame, I said, "Now I see..._your family has been_saving_lots of money because they haven't_had to feed you the last_few years. No wonder they_can_take_big vacations."

He laughed, eying my_fries. "Well, at least you're not_going to eat_them out of house and home this_summer._You'll be economical."

We ate in silence_for_a while. The sun was shining_in_the_window and my skin felt_extra warm where it hit. "How_is Mr. Wallace doing?"

He smiled, "Grumpy as usual. He_keeps asking about_you. I think you're addictive."_I_tossed_my wadded fry wrapper at him and he dodged it_expertly.

"I missed,"_I said, pretending_frustration.

"Yeah, you just can't beat me." He picked