“I’m crying too much—I can’t see where I’m going, Daddy,” Ruth told him again. “But that’s the test, Ruthie. The test is, sometimes there’s no place to pull over—sometimes you can’t stop, and you have to find a way to keep going. You got it?” “Got it,” she said. “So,” her father said, “now you know everything.” Ruth realized later that she’d also passed that part of the test which had not been mentioned. She’d never looked at him; he’d sat unseen in the passenger seat. All the while that
