Paul sat in the driver's seat frowning.
"What's been happening?" I asked. "That was so strange, back in the restaurant. Is your mother usually that high-strung?"
Paul did not answer me. His face was a mask of disturbed emotions.
He was speeding. I watched the needle on the speedometer tip past 100 km/h110km/hInstinctively I grabbed the dashboard. "Slow down," I said.
Paul seemed to ignore me. The needle continued to move.
"Slow down!" I yelled with greater urgency.
Red light. The car finally jerked to a stop, throwing both of us forward. We sat back in our seats and breathed in heavily.
"I'm sorry" he said.