He headed downstairs. "Come on," she said to Mikey, who was waiting. "I'll drive you to school."
He had a driver's license and he knew where the school was. How hard could it be? That turned out to be famous last words. He had a driver's license...that he hadn't earned, but that did not mean it wasn't a nerve wracking experience. He didn't remember driving, any more than he'd remembered how to get dressed...but he seemed to be able to do those things.
He pulled up in front of the elementary school. "Have a good day, sweetie," he said, automatically.
"Bye, Mom," Mikey said, hopping out and joining his friends.
"Now what?" Jon muttered. He drove a few blocks and parked, and then went through the purse. Driver's license...in the name of Jennifer. Date of birth...never mind that right now, he didn't want to do the math. It was his birthday though. Makeup, tissues, aspirin, phone charger...Nothing helpful there. He tried the phone. Wallpaper picture of the family. Texts from someone he didn't know asking if he'd decided yet. ID for a strange building he'd never been to.
"So...Zoe isn't a Goth...Mom is Daniel...I can handle this," he said, trying to figure out how to cope until he could fix it. The cell phone rang. He didn't recognize the number. "I really don't want to talk to anyone," Jon muttered. But he didn't have much of a choice.
