The clouds broke open for the drive home. They loosed a dreary rain, sweaty dap-dap-daps that turned roads to rivers and drummed people to sleep. Everyone else had given in, but Collin was awake and driving, because that’s what the father did. The captain, the rock, guiding their tiny, battered…

My daughter, Katya, is learning to drive. That is, she’s taken and failed the written test three times, with worse scores each time. So learning might not be the right word for whatever she’s doing. Can you leak knowledge? I tried standing next to her and listening for whatever noise…