"Dean, remember to call back home if anything comes up at school." Aunt Rachel hugged Dean, reluctant to let go, her cheek pressed against his.
"Hey, Rachel, with me around, Dean won't have any troubles." Leaning against the car door, Peter felt the need to assert his presence.
"Peter, it would be a blessing from God if you don't cause any trouble for Dean." Aunt Rachel mercilessly brought him down a peg.
"Come on, Rachel, that was just an accident last time." Peter felt his dignity as a father was being seriously overlooked.
"Alright, Dad, Aunt Rachel," Dean, standing between the two, had to interrupt them, "I'm just going to Cleveland for school, which is only 70 miles from Youngstown. It won't even take an hour with Dad's driving speed."
"Great! Dean, you really get me!" Only a hundred kilometers per hour, Peter could easily manage it even in his truck.
