Darleen liked to drive. In fact, she considered it her hobby. When she stopped work for the weekend, she drove down by the park for about thirty or forty minutes every week. On Saturday mornings she drove for two or three hours, almost always to a new place. One day, her brother asked her if she could drive him to a hotel for a business meeting. She knew where it was right away and drove him there without a question. He told her that she was better than a taxi and that she drove better too, and thanked her.