Chapter 42

Chapter 42

As we drove back I looked at my small slippery receipt and thought out loud, “Now that I have THIS, I need a car.” We mulled on it. “You think I can get a lease?” “Why not?” Jen shrugged. “I guess I can. I can just lease a car. What does it take?” “You’ll need car insurancethat’s about it.” I thought about it a while longer.  “I’ll do it. I’ll get a car.” Jen smiled. I could see she was happy for me. I felt too tired to feel anything. “Jen, just one thing. Would you mind if I park a car in your living room until I’m ready to come out with this major secret of my car ownership?” “If you can get it in there…” “Where can I hide a car?” “Maybe a public lot?” That made sense.  “Walmart?” “Why not?” It seemed feasible. I could park a car in the Walmart parking lot and take a taxi to it when I needed to go somewhere. I wouldn’t have to wait in all weathers for buses or spend a small fortune on taxis. I would be able to go anywhere if an emergency arose. I would be mobile and just a little more empowered. Jen dropped me off at a random house in the village, and I walked to the babysitter to pick up Seth.  “You all have no idea,” I bragged in my thoughts to no one but myself, “that I just passed the test for the right to drive. Yes, a mamma drives! Take that!” But my own son wouldn’t know. He was nearing three and now spoke in a rich vocabulary of Yiddish with an ever-receding childish lisp, and he would not know not to repeat my secret. All it would take would be for him to excitedly tell his teacher about his mother’s ability to drive, and word would be out there. I knew I would have to wait until I found a new school for him in order to be able to drive with my own son.
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