For some reason I have this vision of KC stomping around her tiny cell, kicking empty cookie boxes around, cursing the loss of her licence. While I realize this might not even be remotely true, I love the irony of the image. She's lost her daughter, her freedom, her home, and her friends . . . . and she shows no more concern than if she stepped on an ant. But TAKE AWAY HER LICENSE AND NOW IT'S WAR! How will she get into the dance clubs when she gets out?? Even beyond THAT, how will she adopt that Irish baby with it's cute little accent?
Oh my . . .