Meg looked at the clock on her dashboard again and did the math in her head. She had half an hour to get home, shower, do something with her hair, and drive Shane to the hockey banquet. It just wasn’t going to happen. The traffic she was sitting in was so stuck people had started turning off their engines. She hadn’t got to that point yet. She refused. It was admitting defeat and letting the world win. Life was already too grey without encouraging the universe to dump on you. So she kept her engine running. A few minutes ago, two ambulances had gone by on the shoulder. She’d listened to the radio report. Serious accident. Several cars involved. She felt guilty for being frustrated. Then she felt annoyed at feeling guilty. Maybe if she skipped the shower? That would save some time. She looked in the mirror at her hair and grimaced. If only hats would come back. In the next half an hour. OK. It was time to st