“Is that your dad’s car, Valda?” My head swivelled toward the road behind us so quickly that I almost hurt my neck. I saw the two beams of the headlights and the familiar vertical lights on the sides of the car dividing the two car doors. There was a fifty percent chance that this was my father’s vehicle, so I reacted the same way I would if I were adamantly certain—I ran for the embankment on the side of the road and ducked down. Only after my dad (or the other man who owned a similar car with si[...]