Times being what they were, he hung his elbow out the window of Haley’s Hyundai Excel and thanked whatever shreds of luck he had left that the car got good gas mileage and could go above seventy for extended amounts of time. There were even CDs to listen to, which put him in an even better mood.“What’s this shit?” he grunted while tapping the button to skip to the next song.“It’s not shit,” Haley said from the passenger seat. “It’s Pink.”“Pink shit? Got any Pink Floyd?”“Who’s that?”“Aw, fer Christ’s sake,” Rico groaned.“If you don’t like it so much, then take it out. I’ve got more stuff to listen to.”“Nah, she’s got attitude. Reminds me of someone I used to know.”Haley shifted so her back was against her door and one knee was pulled up against her chest. “Really? A girl?”“Yeah.”“Like…a girlfriend?”“A real good friend.” Shooting her a sideways glance, he added, “Not that kind of friend. She would’a liked you, though.”“Oh,”
