“What are you talking about? Why can’t I drive?” his blue eyes fill with tears and look blankly into mine.
“Remember? Dr. Robbye said no driving.”
“When? I don’t remember that. That’s ridiculous.”
We still have this conversation, even though Jamie’s keys have been in my purse for more than a year.
We went through a period where he thought it was because he drove a truck.
“Everyone down at that office d…
