I had no good answer that wouldn’t disappoint her.
For two weeks, we asked coworkers and neighbors for rides, but nobody could cover all three evenings. Audrey checked the enrollment deadline daily.
“If I take the earlier bus, I can wait inside until class.”
At Sunday dinner, she asked again.
“If I take the earlier bus, I can wait inside until class.”
“Getting home is the problem,” I said. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Without a safe way there and back, I have to say no.”
“Dad?”
Scott sighed. “Your mom’s right.”
Our friend Derek, who had come for dinner, spoke from the other end of the table.
Audrey looked down at her plate.
Our friend Derek, who had come for dinner, spoke from the other end of the table.
“Why doesn’t somebody ask me?”
Scott laughed. “Ask you what?”
“To drive her. My office is right down the street from the studio.”
