would be,” Miriam said kindly.
“But it was my last time with her—I valued that!”
“She knew that,” Miriam said. “Maybe you should pull over a minute, before we get to the thruway.” She reached for the wheel.
Shirley tightened her grasp. Traffic rushed by them like water released from a dam and she realized she’d been holding up the whole late afternoon procession. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know I was going so slow.”
“Doesn’t matter. Cut the motor, I want to get out of this belt.” Released, Miriam stretched as though she’d been clamped in for hours.
“What else don’t I know?” Shirley asked, staring at the passing cars.
“There’re probably some other things—little things,” Miriam said, “but I can’t remember right now.”
“Will you tell me when you remember?”
Miriam smiled. “I’ll tell you if you’ll let up about the farm. Deal?” she asked hopefully. “I don’t want to go on arguing with you, Shirl. And it’s done. There’s no way back. We need to protect our relationship,” she added. “We’re all we have left.”
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