“I don’t want to do this,” I pleaded.
“It will be okay,” she assured as she began to push the car door closed. I stuck my right leg out and placed my foot on the pavement. She motioned for me to put my leg inside the car. I sat there staring at her for a moment, resisting. Then I did as she had summoned. She closed the door and motioned for me to roll down the window. When I did, she leaned in through the window, gave me a kiss, and said, “You will be fine.”
I turned to look at Clara sitting with both hands on the steering wheel. Today she had on jet-black glasses with large round frames about as wide as oranges. The lenses were rose colored. Her hair was dyed and permed as usual, and she sat looking straight ahead.
I looked back at Alissa. “You are seriously going to have me driven to
