Since my mother and Rosemary took her van, we had to decide whether to stuff six people into my Honda or his Porsche. Naturally the kids wanted to go in the Porsche.
“It’s too small,” I said, not without regret. It would be great to zip along in a Porsche with a spy at the wheel.
“Simone’s mother says men buy cars as phallic symbols,” Candice said, chattily.
I choked back a laugh but had to look at Kel. He grinned.
“It’s small, but it has plenty of power under the hood.”
“What’s a phallic?” Joelle asked.
It was my turn to grin. “Man’s best friend.”
Justine frowned. “It’s a dog?”
Kel choked.
“In your dad’s case it is,” I said, unsteadily.
Kel told the bodyguards to stay put, then we all squeezed into the Porsche and took off. It was a rare privilege watching a government operative
