“Keep both hands on the wheel! Ten and two.”
“It’s raining. How to I turn on the windshield wipers?”
“Keep one hand on the wheel, at least!” I had to reach over to stop us from ending up in a ditch. “And your eyes on the road. Jesus! Don’t make me arrest you during our very first lesson!”
“Bikes are easier.”
I looked straight ahead.
“My uncle taught me how to fix one but gave up on teaching me how to steer it after two tries.”
“I couldn’t fix a car to save my life. I won’t give up on you, though, and I was kidding about arresting you.” My smile was forced, my knuckles on the wheel as white as my tube socks.
“I know.” Archie’s came slowly, as he straightened out the car and kept it on the right side of the double yellow line four whole seconds.
“You’ll get it,” I told him. “I promis
