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watch.”
    The class cost a hundred fifty dollars. If she asked me to leave, it would be an expensive failure.
    On Friday and Saturday, I brought a cooler full of water to class. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and I felt like a chicken wing in a broiler. I wasn’t the only one who fainted. One portly fellow with hypoglycemia ran his motorcycle into the fence as he passed out. His motorcycle didn’t fare as well as mine.
    “They should tell people to bring granola bars or something. I never dreamed we’d be standing in the open for hours like this.” I shook my head and pitied the poor guy. The ambulance came and whisked him away. He’d have to take the class again.
    The rest of us relaxed under one little tree in a median on the edge of the parking lot. We were like survivors on a wilderness game wondering which one of us would be eliminated next. I passed out water and a batch of cookies I’d fetched from my freezer. It eased the tension a little. We all knew any one of us could be removed by a set of bad circumstances.
    On Friday night when I got home, I was too sore to cook supper and ordered pizza. I could barely move.
    Timmy wanted me to play with him in the pool.
    I looked at Aaron with pleading eyes. “I just can’t.”
    I wanted to cry. No one prepared me for how difficult the course would be. I had a new admiration and respect now for riders. Who knew it took so much for them to soar down the road on two wheels?
    “I’ll take him for a swim, Mom.” Daniel looked at me with pity.
    “Do I look that bad?” I asked.
    He simply nodded his head and took Timmy out to play.
    Opal called while I soaked in the tub. “Are you ready for the test tomorrow?”
    “I hope so.” I rubbed aloe across the new freckles on my sunburned nose. My reflection in the mirror across from the tub revealed exhausted, bloodshot eyes encircled with a white mask where sunglasses protected my skin from the sun’s angry glare.
    “I’m worried about the swerve part,” I said. “I don’t think I did it right even once.”
    “I’m worried about the stop.” I heard Opal bite into something crisp.
    “Carrots?”
    Opal loved healthy food. “Yup,” she said. “And celery.”
    “Naturally.” I giggled at my own pun.
    “Seriously, Kirsten, if I can’t stop suddenly, they won’t pass me.” She crunched in my ear, and I nodded as if she could see me.
    “I know.”
    She was right. That was the one requirement regardless of our scores on anything else on the test.
    “But we’re gonna be prayed up and ready to do this, right?”
    “Right.” She didn’t sound convinced.
    The next morning the class took the written exam. Two people didn’t pass and weren’t permitted to take the riding test. We all pretended not to notice when they drove away as we mounted our bikes.
    One by one, the instructors put us through the paces of our newly acquired skills. U-turns without putting a foot down, swerving quickly to the left and right in succession, weaving in and out of cones, figure eights, stopping suddenly, and more. Watching Lily and Reba navigate the course was like watching a ballet. They danced with their bikes. Opal and I couldn’t take our eyes off them.
    Opal and I were three bikes apart in line to take the test. Opal went first. I prayed the entire time. She knocked down some cones, and I couldn’t tell if she maneuvered correctly in the swerves because I wasn’t sure how to do it myself. But when it came to the stop, she did it. I could see her white teeth smiling at me from across the parking lot.
    Finally, it was my turn. I maneuvered the cones, figure eight, and even the swerves correctly. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered. But when it came to the U-turn, I tapped my foot down in reflex. “God, please help me,” I whispered frantically.
    The last part of the course was the sudden stop.
    I nailed it.
    After the testing ended, we all lined up for our scores and papers to take to the license branch to get the