Chapter EighteenJack thought that the lesson at the table went pretty well. For one thing, there were no crashes. He sat her at a chair and fetched a plastic plate that she could pretend was a steering wheel. Then he told her where the pedals and gear stick would be and explained when to use them.
“Wouldn't it be easier to show me in a real car?” Kiera grumbled.
“We'll move into the car when you're ready,” Jack informed her. If it was down to him that would be never, he wasn't a driving instructor and no-one else had ever driven his car before. But it wasn't down to him, Kitto had given him an order and he'd have to do it, he was only prolonging the inevitable.
“Okay we're about to turn a corner,” Jack said, “so slow down, drop a gear and turn the wheel gently.”
He saw Kiera roll her e
