“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

a lawyer,” I said. “You’ll appreciate clarity. Here are my conditions.”

I spoke slowly, measuring each word.

“One: Victoria enrolls in and completes a defensive driving course. Not a weekend joke. A real, certified program. Two: she performs forty hours of volunteer work at a children’s charity. A real charity. A hospital, preferably. Somewhere she has continue reading …