3:33 p.m. The phone rings. I grimace. My mother-in-law blurts out that she is “running just a few minutes late.” Our appointment with my son’s pediatrician, the aging but still brilliant Dr. Marple, is at 4:30 p.m. and we have to drive through the thick of DC traffic with its never-ending interstate construction project to get there on time. “Madeline get in the truck now!” She is sitting at the kitchen table, nose buried in her fifth book of the [...]