“What thefuck?”
“Right? Iknow.”
She laughs, and honestly if I were her, I guess I too would try to find humor in it all. I mean, between her mom and her sister, no wonder she found the need to fleeSavannah.
“What if I’m withyou?”
“What? With mewhere?”
“What if I am with you when you sit behind the wheel of acar?”
She eyes me, arms folded. Speculationevident.
“No one has ever offered that to mebefore.”
I tilt my head, lick my lips, and say in a low voice, “Maybe that’s because you’ve never known anyone likeme.”
