It made me feel incredibly arrogant, but no one gave me the stink-eye. Well, except for Greg Lowe, who only ducked in to listen for two minutes and left before anyone could ask why he hadn’t made all the comments that seemed so obvious to everyone now that I’d made them. Someone refilled my coffe...
He wasn’t alone. There were at least fifteen people gathered around, and I only knew one of them—Rita. I would have preferred to meet anywhere else—in the shade preferably—but did my best to ignore my still-present, pounding headache. Food still wasn’t anything I wanted to subscribe to, and the l...
We were crawling at less than fifteen miles per hour, careful not to rev the engines beyond what was necessary. All cars had started, although Madeline’s had stalled briefly, making me roll my eyes. Now they were easing out of town one after the other, with enough space between to account for all...