Car Crash IV

My friend Mike Boltiere had a pretty sister, slightly older named Robyn. I had only met her a couple of times, but she was twentyish, vivacious, with dark features of Mediterranean beauty that I like. I enjoyed her company and thought I might have the chance to date her. I never did. She went to a ladies night at a club near our National Guard Armory. Witnesses later reported she had more than five drinks. There is a shipping hub for eighteen wheelers near the military depot and the nightclub. She pulled in front of a big rig on her departure presumably for home, and she and her car were knocked down a hill. I went to her funeral-the first open casket service I ever attended. She looked intact, but Mike who had seen her before the cosmetic morticians worked her over, told us the side of her face had been torn away.