All Alison knew was speeding was getting beyond ridiculous. At least the biddy was okay if the sitting up and swearing was anything to judge by.
When that stopped, Alison asked the one question which was always welcome, no matter who you were or where you originated.
‘Would you like a cup of tea, Madam?’
The witch smiled. ‘I’d love a decent brew.’
I bet, Alison thought, as she smiled back, but then things always look better after a decent cuppa.