Pauline didn’t learn to drive until the summer of her 81st year. It was the same year her husband died, and since he had driven them everywhere, she decided that it was time. It’s not like she hadn’t attempted to learn to operate a vehicle, she had. When she was much younger her husband tried to teach her. It ended with her purposely driving their Ford station wagon, passenger side down into a ditch, and hollering, “You always gotta be right, well go to hell, Al!” As she jumped to the ground from the hovering driver’s seat, she had the presence of mind to take the keys, which she flung as far as she could into the woods of Cherry Street Extension.
Welcome to Six Sentence Stories: the cue is Right.