The Day Trip

She'd gone over it in her head enough that by the time she left the kids, she felt okay with the situation. Dixie's thirteenth birthday was on Monday and Diane was four months away from her eighth birthday, and according to a magazine she flipped through at the grocery store, the maturity level of teenagers was increasing faster than it had twenty years ago. Of course she hadn't heard what Diane whispered to Dixie just as she reminded them to bolt the door as she closed it. Maybe if she did, she wouldn't have gone or maybe if she did, she wouldn't have come back.