For the second time in a row, I was forced to impose on the
woman with whom I carpooled to our children's soccer practices.
I phoned and explained that my husband had the car again, so I
wouldn't be able to take my turn.
A few minutes before she was due to pick up my son, my husband
showed up. Since it was too late for me to call and say I could
drive after all, I asked my husband to hide the car in the
garage and to stay inside. I also explained to my son that he
shouldn't mention anything about his father's whereabouts.
Unfortunately, my husband forgot and was in front of our house
chatting with a friend when my carpool partner arrived. When my
son returned from practice, I asked him if she had noticed.
"Yes," he replied, "she asked me which of the two men in front
of the house was my father. But don't worry. I told her I didn't