21. Driving
"You need to take Luke to violin lessons," The professor instructed.
"Sure. We'll take my car," Katarina offered. Clive added that he'd come along.
"I'll drive!" Emmy volunteered, not noticing the nervous looks she was getting.
They all piled into the Katmobile, especially careful to put there seatbelts on.
Emmy turned the key. They all gulped. Luke's violin lessons were only a few miles away, except it was five o'clock, the London rush hour. Hopefully Emmy wouldn't cause too much road rage.
"Don't crash my car, Emmy!" Katarina warned.
"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Katarina. This car doesn't even go more than thirty miles an hour." Clive retorted. Katarina scowled.
Emmy gave them a devilish grin. Words couldn't describe the adrenaline of her driving.
"We're here! Are you guys okay?" All of them looked like they were about to puke.
"I think… I saw my life flash before my eyes." Katarina managed.