“No, Shan, you’re going to live.” I laughed. “Now slowly release the clutch and tap down nice and gently on the accelerator—” “I broke it!” she wailed when the car stalled. “I’m so sorry.” “You didn’t break anything,” I replied, slipping the car out of gear and leaning over to turn the key in the ignition. “We’ll start over.” The engine roared to life once more and I repeated the same instructions, shifting the gears for her. “Good job!” I praised when she didn’t stall and the car started to crawl. “That’s it, Shan. You’re doing it, baby.”
