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.
Reid lives at the north end of Highway 101 and road-trips whenever possible.