He actually had to go in to the office today, a goodly commute that leaves us glad that that’s a rare thing.
I smooched him goodbye at the door and said cheerfully, Drive carefully!
Somehow that second word just-perceptibly caught at us both and he stopped there a moment, looked me in the eyes, and pronounced, Yes.
I found myself musing afterwards, like, did I really feel that? as he headed down the sidewalk. Said a little prayer for him like I always do and then forgot about the whole thing.
I got the text about an hour later with the pictures of the license and face of the guy who’d sideswiped him at freeway speed at his driver’s door. He’d seen him coming at him but had had a truck right at his other side.
Both men are okay. That’s what matters.