“What does this do?”

Grace asked, pointing to the round button on her side of the car’s console. There was an icon of a seat that showed a series of three waves flickering across the front. It was one of those internationally recognized symbols, I supposed, suitable for any language. Except a seat with waves wasn’t as immediately decipherable as the icon for the windshield wipers or the headlights.

“What do you think it does?” I was genuinely curious to learn if she could guess. She wrinkled her brow as she looked at the control, then back at me. “Sends you to a tropical island?” she teased.

I tugged on her ponytail. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Especially on a day like this.” For summer, we were experiencing an unexpected cold snap, a preview... Leer Más