I hissed as I struggled with the steering wheel, trying to stop our slide into the road’s snowy shoulder and beyond it, a steep incline down to an ice-crusted ditch.The car’s spin accelerated. Trees on both sides of the road flashed past.I thought about Luce.I thought about Baby Lou.I thought about the money I’d just shelled out for four new tires.Four new tires that couldn’t find a bite of traction on a suddenly icy road.Last time I go to the Tire Shoppe, I promised myself, then immediately tacked on for tires. It’s the last time for tires.Even under duress, I like to be accurate.Especially when an icy ditch and certain death might be waiting for me.I turned in the direction of the skid.Really, I’d like to go to the Tire Shoppe again.A lot.Frequently, even.The speed of our spin decreased.Yes! I’ll even get a customer loyalty card!“You got it, Bob,” Boo congratulated me as the car straightened itself out and came to rest in the opposite direction of the lane I’d been driving.
