"Are you sure you want to drive yourself?" There was a trace of worry on Auntie Yara's face.
When asked, I just nodded, my mouth full of the bread I had just taken a bite of.
"Or just ask Uncle Darwin to pick you up. I think it's safer. Besides, you're both going to the same place, the police station." Auntie Yara focused on the empty glass in her hand and filled it with milk.
The chewing in my mouth stopped instantly, then I shook my head to signal 'no'.
Auntie Yara sighed, "I'm worried something might happen to you. In that case, just ask Jones to drive your car, Miss Delia." Again, Auntie Yara didn't give up on giving suggestions.
I wasn't comfortable with Auntie Yara's suggestions. I could ask Uncle Darwin to pick me up, but I've troubled him too often, because after the police st
