Chapter 4Even though rush hour was over, I still got stuck in traffic, and it took me almost three hours to get back to DC. Normally I didn’t lose my temper behind the wheel, but what the f**k was up with the Department of Motor Vehicles? Were they giving every incompetent driver and his brother a driver’s license?
For a change no one was parked in my spot in front of the house we lived in. I got out of my car, pressed the remote on my key ring that locked the doors and activated the alarm, and ran up the steps. If I was still sore, I had too much on my mind to pay any attention to protesting muscles.
I unlocked our door. “Hey, babe! I’m home! I’m sorry so I’m late. I know I said nothing would keep me today, and I tried to call but—” I stopped just inside the door, shut up, and listened.
