[She gets in, arranges mirrors, adjusts the seat up nearly as far as it would go, adjusts mirrors again, buckles her seatbelt, and checks the mirrors one more time before she starts the car.] Yeah, they know most of the store owners nearby. Apparently my family is pretty well known outside Henrietta. [She shrugs her shoulders, then white-knuckles the steering wheel as she shifts it into reverse and creeps out of the driveway. She shifts into drive, and takes off.

At a leisurely, granny-esque pace.] She's one of the ones I like better. There's another store near the book shop downtown, but they overcharge and get all uppity with us, so the drive is worth it.