I'Ve Got You Covered

We'd scarcely begun our journey to the sunny south when the sky's roof descended and hung a shelf overhead. "God is now joining us," she said. On the long bridge over the ocean toward Madeira Beach, an ear-splitting screech interrupted speech. Brakes screamed as an auto coming forward crossed the median into our lane. She immediately jerked the wheel to the right. He missed us by inches. We moved on in stunned silence. Clearly, we had looked death in the face, and won. Mere seconds measured the difference. Driving home in heavy fog, she fretted. Zero visibility brought anxiety. "I've got you covered," she heard. "Haven't I had you covered, from the beginning?" cfa © 1/31/11