Premium ‘Bit young for a paramedic, aren’t you?’ he asked her sarcastically. His frustration when his question stayed unanswered was obvious, but Inés couldn’t think of a good reply. What could she do, a lone girl ‘driving’ an ambulance? When the traffic light changed she would move, but she ‘drove’ extremely slowly. At her speed,… Continue reading In the time of the virus, chapter 4: Putting the pieces together, 290 (simple)