Another Country
The Burbank freeway, familiar territory in daylight, became a palm-fringed merry-go-round by night. Cars with glaring headlights streamed into Philip’s lane from both sides of the highway. With horns blaring, everyone jockeyed for space among the four packed northbound lanes.
“What the hell?” Philip said.
“I think we’re going too slow.” His mother turned and glanced behind her.
“We’re pushing ninety,” he said.
“This is L.A.”
“So?”
“You’re going too slow, honey. Speed up. I think that nice man behind us wants you to move out of his way.”
Lights from the car behind them flashed off and on. The driver leaned on his horn and blinding headlights illuminated the interior of their car.
“Now, would be a good time to move over,” Mother said. “Don’t you think?” She looked ou
