Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

down firmly until she let go.

“Please move your car, Nicole,” I said.

“No,” she said, stepping back but leaving her Buick blocking the narrow driveway. “We are going to settle this today.”

I started my engine, the starter motor catching instantly. I looked in my rearview mirror, then shifted the gears into reverse.

I cut the wheel sharply to the right,continue reading …