I'm Sure
"Do you know what your father did?" she asked me, incredulity creeping into her voice over the phone. "No, what? What did he do?" I wasn't sure what my father could have done. Two retired people who didn't go anywhere or do anything. Something completely and utterly outrageous? Maybe he bought a boat? Or booked a vacation? "He sold my car!" I snorted on the other end of the line, quiet enough for her not to hear me. "And do you know why he sold your car?" I asked her, as gently as I could. I wanted to yell into the receiver that she'd had this conversation many times over the last three weeks. But I knew yelling would do nothing except make me feel guilty. "No, why?" she asked. I decided to be blunt. "Because you can't drive your car anymore." A pause, and then, "I can't?" "No, you can't. And do you remember why you can't?" "No." I settled in for the ...