In the evening darkness, Louella crept east on Fayette Street in her green Miata. The icy sleet was piling up on the asphalt. Be lucky if I get home in one piece, she thought as she hung back behind a rusted-out Chevy that was fish-tailing all over the place. She nervously tapped her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythms of 70s tunes on WQSR. She looked at the clock. It had already been a half-hour since shed left the familys Patterson Park rowhouse. Lucky I filled the gas tank yesterday, she congratulated herself. But suppose those people in front of me didnt fill theirs? She ran through the scenario if she got stranded, reminding herself of her resolution to get a cell phone. Then she realized calling wouldnt do any good because nobody she knew would be able to rescue her in a situation like this. Id have to ditch the car and hope to catch a bus up Charles Street, she thought, suddenly realizing she hadnt worn boots. Damn! Id freeze to death in these leather flats and nylons! She gently accelerated, still keeping her distance from the car ahead, windshield wipers barely able to do the job as the sleet froze on the glass, obscuring vision. A purple Neon coming from a side street aggressively swerved onto Fayette in front of Louella, skidded, and righted itself. Louella fought to control her own skid without braking too hard. Thank God Dad taught me how to drive! she thought as the procession of cars inched forward. That jerk had some nerve taking up the space I made for myself! In the distance she could see a traffic light changing to red. She slowed even more, preparing to stop. The lumbering Chevy was having trouble. The Neon fishtailed to avoid a crash. Louellas Miata came to a dead halt six inches from the Neons bumper and held firm--as the car behind her rammed her bumper really hard. Good thing it wasnt an SUV! she thought as she angrily disengaged herself from the seatbelt and stepped into the slush to confront the driver behind her. She scrutinized her bumper in the hazy glow of the streetlights. Didnt look like any damage. She was ready to signal an okay to the driver of the the grey Honda that hit her. Then she noticed it had vanity UVA plates. The driver, intense-looking, emerged from his car. He was wearing a three-piece suit, and he straightened his cuffs. Louella smelled lawyer. Whyd you stop?! he demanded. Louella couldnt believe it. Of all the nerve! Hes the one who hit me, hes the one at fault, and he asks me why I stopped! What do you mean, whyd you stop? she snapped. I stopped because the guy in front of me stopped! You think I stopped just for the fun of it, so you could run into me? Well, I just wanted to know why you stopped, he yelled defensively, re-entering the sanctum of his car. Louella had plenty more to say but figured, why bother? The guys such a loser! I know the type! Its always somebody elses fault! In the rearview mirror she saw the Honda was keeping its distance. Wonder if well run into each other again? she fumed.