1.A storm-driven wave crashes
up over the road and Dad swerves. Salt water hits the windshield of our ancient VW van, obliterating the view. My heart skips a beat as the van hydroplanes toward the rock-strewn edge bordering the ocean.
Mom gasps and her hand darts out to clutch Dad’s arm. He turns the wipers on and the tires rumble as they make contact with the pavement again. He gives a nervous laugh. “That was a close one, eh?”
Mom drops her hand back to the folder in her lap. “Too close. I’d like to get to South Bristol in one piece.”
Dad briefly turns his head...