height in the past few years. I let her rest.
âNo hurry,â I said. It was a week since sheâd been out of her room. Only a year before sheâd lived in her own apartment, walked to the grocery, taken cabs to visit her friends. When my mother insisted she move in with us, her doctor visits increased but the rest of her world began shrinkingâfirst to the house, then to her room, and finally to her bed. Leading her out the front door, I couldnât help but think how little she resembled the woman whoâd walked in the summer before.
âGrandma, where are we going?â Judging by her clothes, it was someplace fancy.
âIâll show you.â
The car was sitting out in the driveway and was hot as a sauna inside. I opened the doors to cool it off, got her seated, and turned the key. The engine gave a growl like a guard dog and died. It took two more tries to get it going. The air-conditioning didnât work, naturally. I let the engine warm up a long time while I looked down at the gearshift knob, its handy shifting pattern worn away. For a full minute I searched for reverse. When I found it, it turned out to be fourth. I stalled, which saved us from ramming the garage door. I hunted some more, reminded myself of my excellent record in driverâs training, found reverse, and shot back out of the driveway at a speed that threw both of us forward. Thank God the car was too old to have airbags. I fiddled with the gearshift, found first, and proceeded down the street as nonchalantly as possible. I realized my grandmother was eyeing me.
âMaybe itâs better I wait forââ
âGrandma, I can drive. Just tell me where you need to go.â
She knew San Diego well, which was good since I was giving all my attention to finding the clutch with my floppy sandals and getting into first without stalling. We drove a long way down Morena. The breeze from the open windows kept me cool, until my grandmother had me roll hers up. We drove along Mission Bay, then reached Old Town.
âStop!â she called out.
I slammed on the brakes. So did the ten cars behind me. There was honking. I was stopped in the middle of the street. I wanted to yell, âMy grandmother told me to!â Cars zoomed around me. Mine had stalled and didnât want to start again. I could feel the blood rise into my cheeks. I glanced furiously over at my grandmother and found her staring at a white-barked tree.
âAll right, Jenny dear. Go on.â
I was speechless. She was completely unaware of what was happening. I felt like getting mad at her, but then I saw that her face had that unfocused look it had more and more lately. She was often confused or lost in her thoughts. How could I blow up at her for that?
I got the car going. I put it into first and took off, trying to forget the whole scene.
âTurn right when you come to the furniture store.â
She navigated by landmarks, in Old World fashion, not by blocks and street names. I turned. My bangs were damp on my forehead. We entered downtown. Too many cars and buses. My hands were sweaty both from heat and nervousness.
âNext time you want me to stop, Grandma, give me a little warning,â I said.
âWhat?â
I was repeating myself at a higher volume when she suddenly called out, âHere it is!â
I almost braked, then looked in the mirror. Nothing was behind me. I stopped.
âGo back a little.â
I rolled my eyes, fumbled with the gearshift, found reverse, and backed up. We were somewhere on Fourth. She was staring at a little Chinese restaurant. Cars were coming. I put on my turn signal, then the warning lights just to be safe.
âAgain itâs changed,â she said. The wave of traffic washed around us. She sat and stared.
âGrandma, there are restaurants closer to home. With good Jewish foodââ
âKeep going, kindelah. â
I donât think she heard me. She looked back
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