Husband came home from work livid. He had been told a tale.
The tale was this: Bella with a friend, drove to a takeaway pizza place, and ordered food to be delivered. Outside Bella swayed to her car, then drove off. The person who took the pizza order said Bella appeared drunk. When The Pizza Man knocked on her door a half hour later there was no response.
I phoned Bella at work, asked her to come home, warned her of the reason. I wanted to discuss this situation.
She did not deny drink driving.
I snatched her car keys off her, and told her to walk home. ‘Oh and on your way, call in the pizza place to pay what you owe.’
Now, she was livid. ‘You can’t take my car key. I need the car for work.’
Now, I am livid. ‘Get the bus.’
Yet again, Husband and I tried to advise her against drinking to excess. ‘Let this be a lesson, a lucky escape,’ we said.
Her sister called to see Bella that same evening. She said Bella was drunk and would not allow her to enter.
Husband and I drove to Bella’s house, to see for ourselves, we were furious. Bella opened the door with a glass of wine in her hand. I grabbed the glass and flung the content in her face.
We pushed past her, to march up the stairs to the first floor.
She a had a visitor sharing food and wine.