She's a fine driver, Inspector.' 'Sure thing,' the inspector said, winking at Mrs Ericson. ' Mandy and I don't mind company.' Mrs Ericson was bewildered for a moment. 'Don't you want to come along?' the inspector asked. Mrs Ericson started to get out of the car. The inspector who finally reached their car was not the stocky one but a genial, middle-aged man who grinned broadly as he thumbed over their papers.
They smiled at each other again, rather weakly. 'Oh, Mrs Ericson.' 'Now, Marian,' Mrs Ericson said.
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'There's the one who flunked me last time,' she whispered, pointing to a stocky, self-important man who had begun to shout directions at the driver at the head of the line. The inspectors leaped out, very brisk and military in their neat uniforms. Two cars with official insignia on their doors stopped across the street. They looked at each other and smiled with affection. 'Oh, Marian,' Mrs Ericson exclaimed, 'if I could only pay you half of what you're worth!' 'Now, Mrs Ericson,' Marian said firmly. 'It'll make things simpler at the house, won't it?'she said. Marian looked up from the list of driving requirements she had been studying. 'It will be marvellous to have someone dependable to drive the children to school everyday,' Mrs Ericson said. 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. 'That would only make it worse, Mrs Ericson. '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 Ericson said doubtfully. 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.
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Mrs 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. 'Do you want me to drive?' Mrs Ericson asked. 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. 'They probably do like it better if a white person shows up with you.' ' Oh, I don't think it's that ,' Mrs Ericson began, and subsided after a glance at the girl's set profile. ' ' Yes, Ma'am, ' Marian said in her soft unaccented voice. 'Perhaps last time your Cousin Bill made you nervous, talking too much on the way. 'It's probably better to have someone a little older with you,' Mrs Ericson said as Marian slipped into the driver's seat beside her. On the afternoon Marian took her second driving test, Mrs Ericson went with her.
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