Road Trip With Molly

My middle daughter texts a casual comment on a group text. Molly wants to go to Milwaukee to see an antique store. Store apparently has a live cat. I am allergic to cats. But Molly is seventeen, this may be my last opportunity to be cool. I text her, inviting her to ride with me to Milwaukee. She is thrilled. I am thrilled. It is an eight-hour trip, so we will stay in Iowa City. We are giddy about it. Road trip of a lifetime! Molly texts her mother who gives us permission. Hooray! It is on!