XX: I was driving to work last week. The cell phone calls. I start looking for her in the bag on the passenger seat, I raise my eyes. The BAC. I drove in the back of another car (good that at least the old nine was). The phone is all ringing.
I pick up the phone and say 'What?'
And there mom says: 'I just call to find out how things are, or I have a bad feeling'...