Her bag hit the wall, her laptop case clattered to the floor, her blond hair was windblown and her face twisted in a way that told the world to back off. She was pissed. “God damn mother fucking traffic.” She slammed the door. “I’m from the Midwest. We don’t have this problem in the Midwest. Why ...
“I don’t understand why you had to bring so much stuff,” Adrian said, lugging my second suitcase out of the trunk. “We’re only staying tonight.” “I brought…other things…to show Bess.” “What other things?” he asked. I shrugged...