Chapter 18 - Driver's Ed, What?
Leroy was sitting in the passenger seat, trying to remain calm. Their teenage son was behind the wheel as Leroy recalled last night's discussion in bed.
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"Honey?" Dave asked as he walked into the room. Leroy was lying in the dark but not completely asleep. He had been waiting for Dave to come to bed.
"Yeah?" Leroy responded as Dave sat down.
Dave placed his hand on Leroy's chest and smiled to himself. "Well, I was talking to your son."
Leroy laughed and smiled, "Don't you mean our son?"
"Yeah, yeah, Babe, our son. I was talking to Jason, and we decided that you should be taking him out for his driver's training."
Leroy reached over and turned on the light, "Dave, you're the police officer. You can handle the stress of a teenage driver."
Dave laughed, "Leroy, it shouldn't be all my responsibility to teach our son how to drive. Plus, he could be doing it while I'm at work instead of waiting for me to come home. It's the summer."
Leroy closed his eyes. He knew Dave was right but didn't know if he could handle Jason behind the wheel. He had sat in the backseat a month prior when he first started to learn, and he, meaning Leroy was so tense. Dave was relaxed the whole time Jason was driving. "You're right, but you know I don't have the stomach for it."
Dave started to laugh uncontrollably and put his head on Leroy's chest. "The stomach Leroy? You were a Marine. You could handle jumping out of a plane, bombs, blood, guts, and gore. And you can't handle sitting next to our sixteen-year-old son in a car for him to practice driving?"
"Well, I never imagined my life ending in a car next to a teenager." Dave laughed, turned off the light, and walked out of the room.
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The following morning when Leroy woke, Dave told him that he was taking Jason out while he was at work. So, here they were, leaving the driveway, and Leroy was trying to remain calm. He looked over at Jason, and Jason didn't look nervous at all. Leroy knew he should have paid more attention to this part of parenting. He decided that since Dave was the police officer, he could handle Jason and driver's ed. Dave helped Jason through the driving coursework, and now he must complete all his hours behind the wheel to pass the course to obtain his learner's permit.
"Jason, ten and two."
Jason was at a red light and looked over at him, "What?"
"You're holding the wheel wrong. You're supposed to hold it on top, at the ten and two positions." Leroy responded.
Jason was gripping the wheel a little tighter now but holding it at the position he had been taught. "No, it's eight and four, Dad. It's supposed to be better. The manual instructs us to. Ask Dad tonight."
Leroy looked at Jason, "I don't see how holding the wheel down there could be better."
"Well, it is Dad, anyway. You drive with one hand."
"Don't you worry about the way I drive!" Leroy's eyes widened as Jason got close to the person in front of him. "Shit, slow down, get off this guy's ass."
"I know, gee, will you let me drive."
Leroy took a deep breath and put his arm on his armrest. After a few more turns, Leroy spotted one of the little diners they go to a lot, and it was getting close to lunchtime. "Why don't you pull into the diner, and we'll get some lunch?"
"I thought we were going to drive for a bit longer?"
"We will, but let's get some lunch, and maybe my nerves will calm down."
*
Dave and Terry were in the cruiser driving around. "Well, I sent Leroy out with Jason today."
"You really did it? I was starting to think you didn't have the balls." Terry responded as he turned the corner.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dave kind of knew what he was going to say.
Terry pulled the cruiser into a parking lot and looked at Dave. "Dave, since Leroy had those continuous seizures that put him in the hospital for nearly a week. What was it almost a year ago?" Dave nodded his head. "You haven't wanted to stress him out any. Just because the seizures were triggered by him being overly stressed doesn't mean he can't handle a little stress."
"I know, but...."
Terry cut Dave off. "Dave, you have been soft on him since he has recovered."
"How do you know?"
"If you must know, Shane told me. You know they still talk a lot." Terry responded, and Dave laughed.
"I know, and they will go out for lunch too. I'm glad we're not jealous men." Then they both laughed, remembering when they all stayed together for a while after Terry's house fire. "I was only worried. Mine and Leroy's families were getting on me too about not giving more responsibility to him."
"Dave, I know you were worried about him. God, I had to ride with you every day, remember? You just have to realize Leroy was grieving, and it didn't help that he and Jason were getting into it almost daily. Even the Neuro agreed that Leroy was stressed. Also, stating that they may have needed to increase his meds a while ago."
"Losing Lee, I thought, was going to kill Leroy. They had a great father/son bond. Then all the fighting and trouble Jason was getting into at school was getting Leroy pissed. They were at each other's throats constantly. I'm amazed that Jason made it to fifteen. But that day, Leroy had his seizure in front of Jason. It scared the living daylights out of the kid and straightened him up a lot." Dave chuckled.
"Yeah, when you're alone, and your father has a seizure and falls on the knife he was holding. I think that would scare the living shit out of any kid."
"Terry, that day scared me so much. I thought I was going to lose my husband. And we find it just because he is completely, well, not all from being, but mostly from being stressed out. So, I have been trying to make it stress-free again around the house."
Terry laughed, "And making your stress level increase."
"Only a little."
"A little Dave, a little?" Terry laughed. "Dave, let's stop at the fire department and get your blood pressure checked."
"It's not up," Dave responded.
"I bet you lunch it is," Terry responded. "Normal is 110 over 70, so do we have a deal?"
"You're going to make me go to the damn doctor next, aren't you?" Dave rounded his eyes and twisted up his mouth. He didn't want to get his blood pressure checked.
Terry laughed, "I'll tell Shane, and he'll tell Leroy. You know you make Leroy, so you should be going." Terry had already started heading towards the fire station.
"If it's not high, you're buying me a fucking steak."