“And I heard myself thinking, ‘Then solve it.’”
She looked down.
“Then I remembered your boys.”
That was the closest she had ever come to understanding.
“What happened?”
“The school removed the late marks after they checked the bus records.”
“Good.”
She nodded.
“I should have listened to you the first time.”
“Yes.”
“I was rude.”
“Yes.”
“And petty.”
I considered it.
“Very.”
She gave a tiny laugh.
“I’m sorry.”
This time I believed her.
I didn’t hug her.
We did not become best friends.
But I said, “Thank you.”
The driveway widening happened before Christmas.
It’s huge now.
You could probably land a small plane on it.
Mark says I should bill Paul for inspiring the renovation.
I told him not to push his luck.
People still tease me about getting up at half past five.
Mark calls it “Operation Silver Corsa.”
I tell him that’s ridiculous.
Mostly because I would have chosen a better name.
