Tanasharia's not-so-subtle jabs at me started up pretty much from the moment we took off. Nothing overtly vicious, mind you, but sharp enough I felt my shoulder blades wind tighter and tighter as her brazenness grew.
"I'm sure I'd never be able to carry off that hair style," she said from behind me. I refused to offer her the satisfaction of turning around to glare. "So... last century."
It didn't help her friends, seated with great enthusiasm right behind me, laughed at every nasty line.
Ignore her, Sassafras sent while my grandmother stewed with the need to slice the girl's head from her shoulders. And I thought Syd had a bad temper. She held nothing to Ahbi.
You ignore her, she sent. I'm going to kill her.
Now, Grandmother, I sent, welcoming the amusement of the pair of them arguin
