As they drove, the wife turned to her husband. “We’ve been married for more than twenty years, but I want a divorce.”
He kept his eyes on the road and said nothing. The car crept up to 45 mph.
“Don’t try to change my mind,” she continued. “I’ve been seeing your best friend, and he’s a much better lover than you.”
His hands tightened around the wheel. The speedometer reached 55 mph.
“I want the house,” she said. The car reached 60. “The car, too. And the bank accounts, the credit cards, and the boat.”
Now traveling at 65 mph, the car began drifting toward the concrete wall of a bridge. Her confidence faded. “Isn’t there anything you want?”
“I already have everything I need,” he said calmly.
“What could that be?”
He glanced at her and smiled. “The airbag.”
