He drove.
This was not a surprise — he had driven her to DePaul every Tuesday and Thursday for a year and had developed the specific habit of being the one who drove when she was going somewhere that mattered. She had stopped arguing about it six months into the marriage and had arrived at the conclusion that being driven by someone who wanted to drive her was different from being driven by someone who felt obligated to, and the difference was worth accepting.
The doctor’s office was on the north side — her choice, a practice she had researched with the specific methodical attention she brought to all decisions and had selected based on criteria she had documented in a spreadsheet that Luca had seen and had not commented on beyond saying: good research.
They sat in the waiting room with
