Chapter 17They would come any minute now.
He imagined the looks on their faces. They would be just a little worried, a bit tense because the weather had gone bad; her frown might be a little deeper than his as she stared through the rain-streaked windshield, as she gazed at the gleaming pavement picked out by the headlights. 'That shine,' she might think. 'Is it ice, or just a film of rain?'
He imagined what they would say. Perhaps she would turn to her husband and ask if he thought they should go home, postpone the trip until the weather was more favorable. Confidently, he would dismiss the notion, assuring her that the roads were fine, it wasn't yet cold enough for them to freeze. He would tell her not to worry, and he would calmly guide the steering wheel, perhaps using only one
