The drive to the foster parents’ house took almost half an hour. They lived on a rural acreage, the forest and mountains majestically set in the background. The weather, though, wasn’t as pleasant. The rain and wind had kicked up, pounding the windshield, and the temperature was dropping so low that the rain most likely would turn to snow before the day was out. So, of course, Jed jumped in, and he, too, insisted that Andy drive.
Andy had held the seat back for Diana, and she said as she climbed in, “Jed doesn’t like me driving if it rains, snows, just about any time the road conditions are questionable. So I expected Andy to drive, or else Jed would be driving us over himself, Laura.”
Laura had just taken that in, absorbing how a husband could love his wife so much that he’d worry when
