“Who was driving this car?”
“I was.”
“Where was this man?”
“On the back seat.”
“Had he been drinking?”
She kind of looked away, and swallowed, and cried a little bit. “Do I have to answer that?”
“You don’t have to answer any question unless you so wish.”
“I don’t want to answer.”
“Very well, then. Tell in your own words what happened.”
“I was driving along. There was a long up-grade, and the car got hot. My husband said I had better stop to let it cool off.”