"This is electric, right?" Lydia sounded annoyed. She'd always been angry around new things. "Athens is an hour away." "Really? I've never noticed that the eleventy billion times I've driven this very same car to Mom's house and back." At least she had before the ankle monitor limited her movements. "Can we just go?" Lydia still looked annoyed. "Where does the key go?" "Tap the brake to turn it on." Lydia tapped the brake. "Is it on? I can't even hear it." "Are you three hundred years old?" Claire demanded. "Jesus Christ, it's still a car. Even Grandma Ginny could figure it out." "That was really mean." She put the gear in reverse. The video screen switched to the rear camera view. Lydia huffed in disgust as she inched back the car and turned it around."