“How far is your home? And why do you like to drive?”
“I like being in control of things. It gives me peace of mind, I get anxious when someone else is on the steering wheel. There’s just the thought in my head that if I’m on the steering wheel, then I’d be where I want to be faster, even if they’re driving okay.”
“I see.”
“I didn’t mean to be there when your father lashed out on you. Being the kind of girl that you are, it must have been tough.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is you’re strong headed, you hate pity, and hate feeling like you’re weak and incapable of a task.”
“I am not like that.”
“If that is true as you claim, you would have been married to one of the men your parents suggested for you.” Edwina remained silent because she knew that whatever he was saying was true.
