The bus erupted in a chorus of catcalls and whistles as Coco Jackson worked his way up the aisle of the charter bus, bobbing his head to the beat of the hip-hop song Tom could hear blasting from his earbuds. Their midsummer southern road swing started today. “Buckle up, Kentucky. We are going to ...
“I’m glad to hear it. But don’t you think you ought to give your friends a call to let them know?” “Oh. Yeah, of course. But my phone’s dead. Can I borrow yours?” Embarrassingly enough, he’d bewitched her to the point that she’d forgotten all about the event, Dr. Dunne, Ca...