On Saturday I asked Mom if I could borrow the car. She squinted one eye at me.

"And you say that you've been driving for twenty years?"

I nodded. "I haven't been involved in an accident since some old woman ran a red light and messed up my front end. And that was six years ago."

"All right," she sighed. "May I ask where you're going?"

I nodded. "I'm going to visit James at Bellevue. There is more that we need to talk about."

I drove in deep ...