“I’m sorry Madam” the officer continues “but based on what’s happened tonight and what you’ve been telling me, I’m going to recommend that your father’s licence is suspended straight away.”
My heart sinks but I tell the officer that I knew he was going to say that and it’s the right thing to do. I ask him not to tell Dad yet, and that I will speak to him tomorrow when things are calmer. He agrees and thrusts some leaflets into my hand.
“You’ll need to read these to him, make sure he understands. There are lots of options out there, buses, private taxis for doctors and hospital appointments. He might even enjoy it.”
I thank him. He gives me the keys and leaves. Dad is waiting in the passenger seat.
“It’s not like he was saying” he starts. “I just got confused. There was no need for the blue lights and noise. That just made it worse.”
I pause and then tell him that he could have killed someone.
Neither of us says anything else and I start the engine. The wipers come on automatically. They are worn and there is a loud squeak against the windshield with every stroke. We head back to the house, with no sound but the wipers and the rain to keep us company. I think about turning the radio on but it’s an old analogue one with a knob and I can’t see how to work it.
We pull into the driveway, weeds briefly present in the headlights before disappearing under the car. I turn the engine off.
The rain has stopped and there is silence.
“I’ll miss it” he says.
I tell him that we’ll talk in the morning and open the car door.