Disclaimer: See Chap. 1
A week after, we were at JFK Airport in New York. Even though it was December, I didn't expect it to be snowing, since I hardly see snow (in SF, it doesn't snow). Michelle was big-eyed looking out the window.
"Becky, look, it's snowing!"
"I know. Here it snows, like my home in Nebraska."
We grabbed our luggage at the baggage claim then headed outside to hail a taxi.
"Danny, how are 7 people going to fit in one cab?" Joey asked.
"I got it all figured out," Dad said. "The girls and I are going to be in the first cab. You, Jess, and Becky are going in a second cab."
"Dad," Michelle said.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Can I ride with Uncle Jesse and Becky instead?"
"Okay." Dad looked a bit upset that my little sis had chosen to ride with my uncle and not him. "Joey, do you want to ride with us, then?"
"Sure. You might need help with the girls if they start fighting."
"How rude," I thought. "I don't fight with DJ. She fights with me!"