I suddenly remembered Dad, and felt horribly guilty about all the time he was missing off work. Bastard! (Smith, obviously, not Dad.)When we pulled in...o the parking lot, Dad was outside looking for us. He looked very relieved to spot us.Imagine my relief when I finally got to park and turn the engine off! My legs were wobbly when I got out of the car.Smith said, "Follow me," as he led the way back inside the DMV.We walked past Dad, so I gave him his keys back and acted wiping sweat off my brow.. Joan looked ten years younger than her biological age of 30, while John looked at least ten years older. Joan was rather well-to-do; she'd become a millionaire by 40 the way life was treating her. John had trouble making ends meet. And while Joan had acquired and retained a sexy, feminine figure, John had always looked fairly plain and weak. Joan got all the dates in high school and was now Mrs. Harold Farris, while John was still single and dateless. She was a socialite about town, he was. Joanne came into the study where I was working and began fusing about.She mumbled something.“What was that, Joanne?”“Nothing.”“You said something, Joanne.”“I said; ‘You a naughty boy’!”I stared at her; we’d never spoken of our past. It was an unspoken pact, and she’d just broken it.She stood in the center of the room, looking at me defiantly, angrily, hands on hips.“Naughty boy!” she repeated, “You bring me here only to work! Take care of your baby with Julia, ok. She’s good, pretty too. But. I made about thirty miles before the sky opened up and it rained like someone had a fire hose on me and visibility was almost zero. I took an off ramp that let me put under the hi-way overpass and stopped out of the rain and wind. It wasn’t really that cold but when you’re soaked it feels a lot worse. I got a towel that I used on the bike out of a saddlebag and was wiping my face and goggles when a big Ford dually with a flat bed trailer pulled in from the direction I had come. It pulled up.