“I’ll deny it,” I thought. “I’ll tell them some boys came by and vandalized it.”
I’ve driven for seventy years with only a speeding ticket now and then, no serious accidents. Now this is the third one in six months. They will take my car. I’m not careless, and neither am I a liar. It’s time. “Thank God, that I have hurt no one.”
“Hi, Dear,” I said into the phone. “I’ve had another accident. Will you come help me with the car? I cannot judge distance well enough to drive any more.”
Then I sat down and cried.