“Can’t that wait until Monday?”
She shook her head.
“One of the drivers nearly went through a chair yesterday.”
I laughed.
“Then remind me too. I’ll help you pick some out.”
Mom reached into the console and offered me a peppermint.
I took it.
Then I turned onto the road, with the morning sun coming through the windshield and my mother giving me directions to a diner I’d been visiting since I was six.
