“I’m ready, but Billy won’t let me put his shoes on.”
“Just bring them, I’ll catch Billy.” We were out the door, in the van, and minutes away from the carpool lane when I remembered the cookies on the counter. “I’ll get them here before your party. I promise.”
As I drove away, Sammy’s tear-filled eyes confirmed her doubt and disappointment.
She waited all day, but Billy and I never returned. Only the drunk driver walked away.