“Mo-ther!” Dale stretches out the word, accusing her, as if she has done something wrong. Louis whimpers somewhere in the darkness of the back seat.
“Hush up, now, Dale, honey. It’s all okay. You and your Father have saved us.” She tries to sound soothing, but her voice sounds quaky even to herself. “Oh, Honey. This rain is so hard to drive in.” She turns and looks at Dale, her skinny, crew-cut oldest son. Her vision is blurred with tears. He will change everything, the entire cosmos, and she, well, she is something special too, isn’t she? “Make it stop raining, Dale,” she orders her son. Dale furrows up his eyebrows and stares at her.