“Cars are metal beasts with egos,” she’d say, adjusting her spectacles. “Math is gentle. Math listens.”
She parked on the side and sat silently for a full minute. Then she looked at me, eyes wide.
I laughed. “So you’re still using math?”
For the first time, she stopped thinking. She felt . The car rolled forward smoothly. She went around the cow, avoided the dog, and the scooter passed.