Thalia hops behind the wheel and turns up the radio.
Nią clears her throat. “You do NOT have a license.”
“Why do I need one of those? I have — cahhhn-fi-denz!”
Calliope buckles her seatbelt, closes her eyes, and clutches a pillow to her chest. “Okay… Let’s go.”
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.