“Maybe you’re right,” I acquiesced.
She sat there for a moment before speaking. “So are you ready to go?”
I looked out the front window at the long stretch of highway ahead. Cars had been coming to and fro the whole time we sat there, and I barely noticed. I was about to turn my attention back to Clara when a semitruck whizzed past us in the lane behind her and I startled. The wind shear was enough to rock the car slightly. I didn’t yell, but I almost did. I felt my heart pounding in my chest momentarily. She had not even winced from the same event and waited patiently as I came to my answer.
I took a deep and stilted breath and said, “Yes…I think I am ready to go.”
Clara said not a word but turned herself back in the seat and faced the steering wheel. She put her foot on the break, pu
