The car zipped around the corner. Between the thick exhaust and the sharp turns and sudden stops that John Thorpe was taking, she felt rather ill, even though she wasn't usually one to get carsick. Driving around in the small rental cars wasn't what Catherine had wanted to do at this port on the cruise, but Isabella had insisted that she come along with herself and her brother.
"...and I told that guy, you must think I'm some kind of fool if you want that much for that car," John told her. "Don't you agree?"
She hadn't been paying attention.