Chapter 40

As if my dad realizes the car he’s just run off the road belongs to his own son, he comes to a complete stop in the middle of the road and sits there, idling. “Chinese fire drill time,” Caitlin says, unstrapping her seat belt. Then she’s crawling past me into the back seat of the car, the keys still in the ignition. “‘Scuse me, Danny boy. Scoot it over.” Plopping down beside my lover, she shakes the hair from her face and stares out the window at the car. “God, do you think Mom saw me? She’ll have a shitfit if she finds out.”

“I don’t plan to tell her,” I say. Dan climbs over the gear shaft and sinks into the driver’s seat, buckles the seat belt across his waist, and gives me a tight smile that I can’t seem to match. Instead, I stare out the window and run a hand down my face, trying to wipe away the emotions trembling through me. I can just hear my mom’s reaction now, if she finds out I let Caitlin drive? Oh shit.