“My car struck theirs, if that’s what you mean.”
“Then they didn’t run into you. You ran into them?”
“They put their car directly in front of mine,” she said.
“I can understand how the insurance company would have looked at it.”
“Well, I can’t,” she flared, “and don’t expect any cooperation from me if you’re going to start sympathizing with that insurance company.”
“I’m not sympathizing,” I told her. “I just was trying to find out what happened.”
I had taken a notebook and pencil from my pocket. Now, without even having opened the notebook, I put book and pencil back in my pocket, and bowed. “I’m very happy to have met you. Mrs. Jasper, and thank you so much for having consented to see me.”
“But I haven’t told you all about the accident.”
I shifted my position uneasily and said, “Well... I think I understand the circumstances.”
She said angrily, “Simply because there are four people on the other side, you’re adopting the position that I must be in the wrong.”