"It's no use," Jake said from the passenger seat, "there are no parking spots left." He looked over his blue-framed sunglasses at his twin sister Esmy.
"There's always one spot around here if you're willing to look," Esmy said to Jake. She didn't bother to return his glance, but peered around other cars through her own dark wire-rimmed sunglasses. She brushed her wavy long brown hair out of her face with one hand, while the other stayed on the wheel. "Why do I even bother to come with you every year?" She asked.Read More