“After I got blown up, I couldn’t get in a car without doing what you’ve just done, panicking and breaking out in a cold sweat and half suffocating. For a while I’d do anything to avoid being driven by someone else. I’ve still got problems with it, to tell the truth.” “I didn’t realize,” said Robin. “You don’t show it.” “Yeah, well, you’re the best driver I know. You should see me with my bloody sister.
