I wait until we are safely ensconced inside before I say anything.“I’m sorry, Hurley. I should have waited before talking to Peter.”“Yeah, you probably should have.”Silence follows as Hurley negotiates the newly fallen snow, going down the driveway at a frightening speed. “Slow down,” I tell him. “The roads are slick.”He pulls onto the main road and the rear end of the car fishtails dangerously before he manages to straighten it out.“Hurley, please. One accident a week is enough, okay?”He sighs and lets up on the gas, slowing the car to a more reasonable speed.“What’s wrong?”“Both of these cases are making me crazy,” he grumbles. “I feel like all I’m doing is spinning in circles.”“We just have to keep plugging along the best we can,” I say. “If at first you don’t succeed—”“You probably shouldn’t try skydiving.”After a couple of beats, we both chuckle, providing some much needed relief to the tension inside the car. “If it’s meant to be, we’ll figure it out,”
