Cordelia Is A Foolish Goat

I stopped to help a woman whose car broke down on the expressway. I raised the bonnet, knocked something with a stone, and diagnosed her car with a list of problems I completely made up on the spot. She believed me. What followed was one of the best days I have had in a long time. Until someone knocked on my door. One knock. One person. Five minutes. That was all it took. Edgar doesn't lie.