Calm in the face of frustration
It was late in the evening, at the edge of dark. She’d been out there for a long time, my niece who’d accidentally locked the keys in her car. I walked out to the driveway to lend moral support. “I brought you some ice water.” “Thanks,” she said, but her blue eyes were laser-focused on the task at hand. I watched as she, once again, manipulated a wire coat hanger inside the car window very slowly toward the door handle. Once again, the bend in the hanger was not quite right.