“Don’t be silly. I love having company. Andrew, dear. What’s wrong with you? Grab her bag.”
My knapsack weighs nothing at all because almost everything I owned was either torn to shreds or confiscated. However, I feel vindicated by his mom’s scolding as I shove my bag at his chest. When we get to some old truck, he and his Mom catch up in the front seat while I sit in the back and sulk.
Client? Does he sleep with all of his clients?
“Are you hungry dear?” Mrs. Quinn remembers I’m alive and glances into the rearview mirror.
“No, I had a sandwich on the plane. I’m fine, really. Thank you, though.”I can be polite, even if I am pissed.
“Okay then, we’ll have a nice dinner ready in a few hours.”
Her eyes turn back to the road but Andy twists around looking concerned. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I said I was fine, didn’t I?”Your damn client is just peachy.
