Three hours into the desert their engine choked and buckled, rolling smoke into the pale blue sky. She didn’t say it. . . yet. Did she remind him the oil was low? Yes. Did she offer to fill it up before they started? Yes. Was she just about tired of him always being the “macho, I’m the man” type? Yes. Was this the first and last time she would say “I told you so”? Definitely.
You know sometimes your mother is right.