Now that we are in the clear and close to Eric’s, I tell Arabella where we are going. It has been several hours and in between the time we had a close call and now, she fell asleep for a while. However, right at this moment, she is staring at me and asking, “When will we get there?” In that tone a small child gets when she wants to annoy her parents.

Shrugging, I refuse to bite and just look ahead for about ten minutes, before I answer as I turn off the main road to his house, “We will be there in about five minutes.” With a stern tone...