Dad drove my car because we figured it best we play the roles to the tee, and most men, at least the ones that I know, prefer to be in control of the car. My dad was actually the opposite, but for the sake of appearances, he agreed this was our best choice.
There were two benefits of this situation. First, I could text Mika to find out if she thought Thai sounded good. Lucille had insisted we pick up dinner on the way home, and there was a great Thai place between us and her. She said yes immediately and requested her usual pad Thai, “extra mild” to which I sent the eye roll emoji because, seriously, the woman was a wimp when it came to spice.
The second advantage of having Dad drive was that his good ear was to the window, which made it hard to talk. I wanted to talk all this through wi
