waited, a multitude of questions rattling in his head?questions about her son, about the medication and about her and the hint of tears. She looked into the distance and said nothing. Silence pressed against his ears. He'd lived with silence and had accepted it as a way of life, but this was different. He wanted to know her. "Why do problems always come in a row?" Her voice caught him off guard, and when he looked at her, her eyes said far more than her words. "I don't know." His guilt-riddled thoughts intensified as he reviewed checking his mirrors. Since the tragic accident, he'd become overly cautious. But had he been today? "Problems multiply." His certainly had. As if the wind had been knocked out of her, she nodded. "My son is bugging me about his learner's permit. He's completing his classes, and every day he asks and whines about why I'm not enthusiastic. Once he starts driving, my insurance will?" Her brows furrowed. He suspected she'd picked up on his distraction. He struggled to dig himself from the deep crevice. "Teens can be persistent." His feeble response hung in the air as he diverted the conversation by giving her directions to the body shop. In the driver's seat, he pulled forward to give her room to back out while the sound of grating metal assaulted his ears. She maneuvered the sedan into the lane and drove ahead, her trunk lid bouncing with each bump in the road. When they