Driving Lessons

“Ready?” Ba ducks out of the garage, and Pai’s stomach clenches. Four weeks before he heads off to college, which means Ba wants to go driving with him every Saturday morning.

Because the one time Pai went alone, he crunched the side of the vehicle into a concrete pillar in an underground parking lot.

Traveling all of two miles an hour.

“I don’t think—” he starts.

“You just need practice.”