‘No, you don’t have your license yet.’
Jimmy staggered and swerved the half block to the parking lot. He unlocked the doors, then collapsed onto the faux velvet seat in the back on the driver’s side. Selena sighed and took the wheel. Nervously, she shifted from park to drive and transferred her size 5 to the accelerator.
“I think I should call Mom.”
‘No! I’ll never hear the end of it.’ At least he was still coherent.
“But I’m not that good a driver, Dad.”
‘Just take it slow and you’ll be fine.’
It was dark and scary, but there weren’t many cars on the road. The ones that were whizzed by on a frenzied mission to go nowhere sooner. Selena was a wreck. Then suddenly, a thud.
“What was that, Dad? I think I hit something.”
‘No you didn’t. It was just a road bump.’
“But Dad….”
‘I said, no you didn’t. Now hurry up and drive. It’s getting late.’
About a block from the house, he ordered his daughter to slide onto the passenger seat. Jimmy got out of the back and took the wheel. Selena cried the rest of the way.
“Dad, we need to go back and check. I know I hit something.”
‘No you didn’t! Now put your arm around my waist and don’t say anything to upset your mother. You know how she gets whenever I take you out for a drive.'