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silly, silly boy. Don't you remember we got our passports before that evil niece of yours put you in the nursing home? You remember. We went down to the post office together and filled out all the paperwork and then we went out to that Chinese restaurant on Pearl Street and had the best egg rolls ever."
    "Yes, yes, I do remember now. Those egg rolls were great. I remember the egg rolls now, but I've got to tell you, I don't exactly recall the post office."
    "Yes you do. You said that one old lady on the most wanted poster reminded you of me."
    "She did. She was ornery. Not near as pretty as you but she looked just like you when you're about to get your way."
    "See, you do remember."
    Leonard looked at Honey. He was having an emotional moment. She could see tears welling up in his eyes. When he spoke it was in the unsteady tone of a man who had just received a terrible medical diagnosis.
    "I'm glad to hear we've got passports. That's good. What's bad is that's a pretty big thing I don't remember. I know you want me to remember. But I'm telling you, I can't see it in my mind. I can see the egg rolls and the wanted poster but I can't see anything about passports. It scares me to death, Honey. I can't see it. No matter how hard I try, I can't see the passports. The worst thing is, knowing I don't remember the passports makes me wonder what else I don't remember."
    "Don't you be afraid, Leonard Atkins. You're just tired and all doped up. What you need is some rest. You go ahead and take a nap. It'll all come back to you when you see the passports. I've got them in the bag I packed for the two of us."
    As she spoke, a semi driver honked his horn as he blasted by in a rush of displaced air that shook the Cadillac and jolted Honey back to the task of driving. She looked in her rearview mirror and saw a car following too closely with its headlights blinking off and on and little blue and red lights flashing.
    "Leonard," she said. "There's a fire truck right behind us."
    Leonard craned his neck to look behind and said, "That's no fire truck, Honey. That's the police. How fast are you going? Oh, no. They're going to find out who I am and send me back."
    He looked at the speedometer. "Good grief, Honey, you're only going 45 mph. Speed up to 65, maybe they'll let us just keep going."
    By the time Honey was up to 55 mph, two backup units had arrived to participate in the suspicious, low-speed chase.
    "Better pull over," Leonard said. "Looks like the jig is up. Somebody at the nursing home must have sounded the alarm."
    "How could they possibly know it's us?" Honey asked.
    "The license plate is in your name, and they would know I'd be with you," Leonard said.
    Two more police cars arrived and helped surround Honey and Leonard as the Cadillac came to a squeaking stop on the side of the off ramp Honey had used to exit the highway. Officers from the city, county and state jumped out of their squad cars with sidearms drawn and took cover behind their vehicles. The state trooper behind them barked through the speakers in his car, "Get out of the car with your hands in the air. Get out of the car now. You are completely surrounded."
    Honey and Leonard struggled out their respective doors, blinded by the spotlights and more than a little stiff and sore from the drive. "It's okay," Leonard called out with his hands in the air. "We don't mean to make trouble."
    It became instantly apparent to the nervous police officers that they had intimidated a harmless, elderly couple. The
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swat team lowered their weapons and began to laugh in relief, teasing the state trooper who called in the chase and making jokes among themselves like, "Better search these two. They look like big time drug dealers. We'd better call in the dogs."
    The police were having a regular party at Honey and Leonard's expense until Honey started crying in embarrassment and put her hands on her knees, pleading, "Won't you please turn off those lights? They're hurting my