No one talked about little bumps, so I was instantly on alert, bracing myself for the worst news. Which was ironic, since I’d already gotten the worst news about my father and processed it and grieved, yet here I was again, about to relive it all, one way or another. “It was on the American Legion Bridge,” my mother said, sounding more hassled than upset. How was that possible? He could have died! “Someone cut him off and he overcompensated. He said the Chevy is totaled.” He said. So he was okay, he was the one who called. This wasn’t a case of his number being up around now, one way or another. No wonder she was so calm. I took a deep breath and let it out in a long, shaking stream. “Wait, so he was in an accident but he’s okay.” “He’s not going to die or anything, but he said his arm got hit pretty hard.” She was hurrying about, collecting her purse, her keys. She stopped in front of the hall mirror to check her reflection, a reflex, I’m sure, as she did it literally every time she went out the door.
What do You think about If I Could Turn Back Time?
