Ma grabs hold of the dashboard. Her fingers are white with wanting to see that thing on the footpath, but she’s not driving and it’s hard to stop a car you’re not driving. Ma likes to drive. When Jonah has soccer after school and it’s just us, she puts the windows down and the music up and sometimes we sing together and go over the speed limit and her hair flies wild and she tells me things like how she once wanted to be an astronaut. I don’t believe her, because you have to fly to the moon for that and who would look after us then?
