Helen insisted on driving Rita and me to Chester"s house in my SUV, despite the fact she had been advised not to drive yet by Dr. Dalton. After years of working with independent women, I knew arguing would be a waste of time. Plus, I figured if anything went wrong, Helen could just blame it on her "senior moments" and we"d be off the hook.
Bryce followed in the ATV, managing to keep up with us.
Helen pulled off the road about a half mile from his house to let Rita out so she could hop on the back of the ATV.
Rita shook her finger at Bryce. “Son, you better make sure my butt stays on the back of this thing. But hurry. Those clouds are storm clouds. Things are about to get wet and noisy.”
Bryce patted the seat behind him. “Don"t worry, Rita. I"ve got you. I"ve never lost a passenger befo
