“Now if anybody asks, if anything happens — which it won’t — you don’t know anything, you hear? You know nothing. You’re just a friend of mine, hitching a ride.”
“Yeah ok. I’m a hitchhiker you picked up.”
“No c’mon now, girl! You’re smarter than that, I know you are. Don’t go telling lies. You’ll need ten more lies to cover it up and one day you’ll forget it all and then you’ll really be in some hot water, you know? OMISSION,” he said, shaking his pointer finger at me while I worried his hand had left the wheel. “O-MISS-SION. Now that’s how it’s done.”