The Duck (a story in five parts)
Our son Duck passed his road test. The nickname dated from when he was a toddler. That day, we watched from the covered porch as he pulled carefully out of the driveway, headed for his first solo spin.
It began to pour. We held our mugs while the coffee cooled and looked out at the slick road. Then Jeffrey arrived.
Jeffrey, a mallard -- green head, brown feathers -- swam in the nearby pond. Duck had named and fed him, and Jeffrey often cr...