Parker consults his watch and realizes that Emma is right, he needs to leave soon if he wants to avoid getting stuck at the rush hour traffic. He walks to his children and kisses them one by one. “You know what, honey,” he says, walking to the kitchen to meet Emma. “I’m gonna take my own car. I don’t feel good asking you to go to the shop for me.”
“Nonsense,” Emma says. “Your car needs oil change and you’ve made the arrangement for today. You can’t take it all the way to Connecticut, it’s not safe. Take my car, please. The gas is full, and the oil has been changed last week.”
“But then you have to take the kids to school with my car, and you said that’s not safe,” Parker tries to argue.
Emma laughs. “Are you kidding me?” she asks in exasperation. “I’m only driving the car a few blocks t
