My Son Said I’d Be Taking The Bus—Until I Opened The Glovebox

thousand five hundred dollars. Nine years of Rob’s careful maintenance, 140,000 miles of memories—drives to the coast, trips to the hardware store, late-night runs to the hospital when my shift got extended. All reduced to a number on Craigslist.

The buyer’s name was Jason Pruitt. He’d sent his phone number.

“I found it,” I said.

“Call him. Right now.continue reading …