Asleep at the Wheel
Fiction by T. Coraghessan Boyle: “She’s smiling as he comes up to the car, and he’s smiling, too, and now he’s reaching for the door handle . . . but the door seems to be locked, and she’s fumbling for the release.”
His mother, far from looking out the window and catching him in the act, isn't even awake. She's got her head thrown back and her eyes closed and Carly's doing the driving without her.