"No, John, we need to turn right!" she said.
He pulled the SUV over, stepping hard on the brake. "You want to drive Grace?" He eased himself out of the driver's seat. "You take the wheel!"
She climbed out, flinching from hip pain. He grimaced as they passed before the hood.
"Backseat driver your whole life," he muttered. She eased back onto the road. He gazed at the maze of streets.

"That's where Sutton's Hardware was," he said, smiling now. She laid her hand on his knee. He wondered briefly why she was driving, then covered her hand with his.