"... no. No."
She pulled the car into a clear-lane niche.
She regarded him. "Not bad.... Get up front."
He obeyed her. She started the car again.
"I'm Walt Johnson."
"Where are you going, Walt Johnson?"
"This ... down this way." The emotions were almost out of control with excitement. His thoughts were becoming powerful and diffuse.
You let her alone! Julia ordered.
It was like a slap. He quickly dampened his thoughts. Hatred returned.
The driver of the car chewed gum reflectively, watching him. She twitched nervously closer.