Dini had a Coach bag full of narcotics and a generous nature. I had a silvergreen Audi ragtop and a death wish. My husband despite everything kept saying “please come back”.
Dini suggested Road Trip.
We pulled up to the Peace Arch border crossing with the top down and sat in line, smiling, no sunscreen, cashing in karma. We sailed through.
We pulled over in Blaine and started crying about Canada, beautiful Canada and about our kids who had turned out so much better than us. Dini said she wanted to call Jack. We can be home by dark, I told her, and I passed her the phone.
Carol Reid lives at the north end of Highway 101 and road-trips whenever possible.
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