Anne Heche didn’t repay a loan before she died. Now an ex wants her estate to pay up. **_On the Road_**
_I am a good driver._
—Yevgeny Kuznetsov, Soviet racer, in _On the Road with Yevgeny Kuznetsov_
**L** eonora Johnson doesn’t like to drive. Or even talk when she has to. But for some reason, her husband’s boss insists his wife drive them wherever they’re going.
“Okay, I’ll be your chauffeur,” she tells him.
“Well, it’s not a chauffeur’s job you need at the moment,” her husband answers.
“It’s driving,” she protests. “I don’t like driving.”
“Well, I’ve got an idea,” her husband says. “I’ll drive you. Then we’ll have something to talk about.”
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she says, and laughs.
“Yeah, I would.”
Lionor can’t keep a straight face.
“Just so you know,” she says, “my husband is an idiot and likes driving. We have a good marriage.”
“Okay, we’ll get along,” her husband says, and smiles again.
The two of them leave their apartment and head out onto the street. They pass a car that’s being towed. The driver looks at them and starts to drive ahead of them, but he backs up and turns around when he sees the car backing up behind him.
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” Lionor’s husband asks.
“Yeah, why not?”
He looks at her as if he’s going to say something. Then he slows down and drives away.
Lionor looks at the car, then heads back to their apartment building. She knocks on the door and says she’s moving out.
“This is not a good thing,” her husband says, but he’s smiling and he doesn’t try to stop her. He opens the door.