Olive stood quietly, shifting her weight from her heels to her tip-toes, and back again. She smiled and hummed a song to herself that she hoped would be playing in the car that would be there soon to drive her home; luckily for her, her brother's school let out a few minutes before her own, and she didn't wait long. She smiled as she saw it come around the corner, an old antique hearse with a silver skull as a hood ornament. Other kids were slightly disturbed and parents raised their eyebrows, but Olive squealed with joy. She couldn't wait to show her brother the drawing she made for him. She hopped into the passenger's seat with an enormous smile on her face.

"Well, hello, Miss Goldsworthy." Eli greeted his sister with a smile before turning through the parking lot to exit. He disregarded the faces of some of the elementary teachers.

"Hi Eli." Olive put her backpack on the floor and fastened her seat belt. "I'm glad you fixed Morty. I hate the school bus."

Eli laughed. "Yeah. I skipped lunch and finished fixing him so I could pick you up."

"Good." She watched out the window as all the buildings passed. "Hey, can we listen to that song that I like?"

"Olive," Eli said, teasing her, "You like a lot of songs."

She thought for a moment. This was her chance to prove her knowledge of his music. "That song by Alice is On Fire!"

"Alexisonfire?"

"Yeah, them." Olive was pleased with herself for at least coming close.

Eli smiled. "Lucky for you, that CD is in right now. Just turn it on and skip to whichever song it is you want."

Olive stopped at the appropriate track, but frowned soon after. "Aw! We're almost home!"

Laughing again, Eli shrugged. "It doesn't take too long to get home from school. You know that. It's usually only a song or two." She continued to pout. "Fine, fine, I'll drive slowly."

Nodding and humming, Olive thought about her day at school, about gym class, about other kids. "Ellie asked if she could come over and play sometime."

"Oh yeah?"

Olive nodded. "Yeah. She wants to meet you."

"Oh." Eli rolled his eyes to himself.

"Eli," Olive said shortly, "my nail polish is chipping."

Eli chuckled and shook his head as he stopped outside their house, putting the old hearse in park.

"You know what, Eli," she said as she grabbed her back pack, "Mrs. Browning talked about your car in front of my class and now all of them say I ride in the death car. She told them it was a car used for dead people."

Eli raised an eyebrow at her as he held the door open so she could go inside. "Why did she tell them that?"

"Because this morning Morty was my share thing. I showed a picture of you and me in front of him and told about him and how you were fixing him. One boy asked if you were my dad but I didn't care. Then Mrs. Browning said Morty is supposed to be used for bringing dead people to their funerals." Olive kicked her shoes off and flopped carelessly onto the couch.

Eli threw his backpack against the bottom of the stairs and hung up his jacket. "Well, normally, that's what a hearse is used for. The back is big like that for caskets. Not camp outs."

Fishing through her backpack, Olive pulled out a folded piece of paper. "I did this drawing for you today, Eli. It's you and me and Morty."

Eli smiled as he looked at the drawing. "Thanks Olive." He kissed the top of her head and went off into the kitchen to make her a snack.