HAZEL
Usually, it takes three hours, by bus, to get to the border towns. But Asher takes us in his rover and because he drives like a maniac, we get there in two hours.
We leave campus at the c***k of dawn. Asher goes up with coffee and warm donuts.
“For the road,” he hands me a coffee and a paper bag. “Aren’t I the world’s greatest boyfriend?”
“Yes you are.” I take a sip of coffee and sigh. “That’s good. Where did you manage to get such nice coffee this early?”
“My friend runs a bistro. I asked him to open early.”
“He must be annoyed.”
“He’ll live.” Asher starts the car and we begin our journey.
I spend the ride giving him the orientation about my family, bringing him up to speed on everything he needs to know; the things he should watch out for, like the fact that my sisters are
