“My parents have left their keys, and I’m insured to drive their car,” Ms. Williams remarked, in response to my suggestion that we call a cab.
I recall her setting me a deadline to find the money for a cab while she had a shower. I called, but I didn’t get through. I made an effort to stop her. This guy lived on our road, so if I had arrived,
I would have slept on the couch until it was safe to go. I was intoxicated and easily swayed, so even though I really didn’t want to get in the vehicle with her, she is a very cunning person.
While hiding the phrase “provisional,” Sophie assured me she had prior driving experience and showed me her license.
“I got in to try to make sure she didn’t crash, even though I didn’t even take my belongings with me and I was wearing her shoes.”Ms. Williams recalls the vehicle slamming onto the curb and her.
