She was gentle. Like lilac blossoms dancing in the breeze on a summer afternoon. She sat on a cushion to drive and was never far from her cardie.
She’d drunk the wine deeply. Picked the glass up and drained it in a single trip to her mouth. It was the same for every glass she’d had. I’m telling you this to help the story along but of course in reality, at that time in the morning, there was no one there to watch her.
Although she was three times over the drink drive limit.
Was not her fault.