Husband came home from work livid. He had been told a tale.
The tale: Laura with a friend drove to a takeaway pizza place, and ordered food to be delivered. She then swayed to her car, and drove off. The person who took the pizza order said Laura appeared drunk. When The Pizza Man knocked on Laura’s door a half hour later there was no response.
I phoned Laura at work, asked her to call to my house on her way from work. I warned her of the reason. I wanted to discuss this situation.
Laura 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 Laura against drinking to excess. ‘Let this be a lesson, a lucky escape,’ we said.
Her sister called to see Laura later that same evening. She said Laura was drunk and would not allow her sister to enter.
Husband and I drove to Laura’s house, to see for ourselves, we were furious. Laura opened the door with a glass of wine in her hand. I grabbed the glass and flung the alcohol 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.