Vinnie’s car was something else. From the outside, it looked like any ordinary black car (albeit one with tinted windows), but inside, her car was uniquely lived in. Almost every surface was covered in small trinkets and knick-knacks. The dashboard had a tacky Crosses. They’re f*****g funny sticker on top. I marveled at the assortment of fanciful charms scattered about while she punched directions into the GPS.
“Wow. What a car—” I began, before suddenly letting out an undignified yelp. Something sharp poked at my butt as I tried to sit down.
Vinnie raised an eyebrow, before pulling out a jeweled letter knife out from between my seat cushions. I felt my heart racing as she calmly examined the blade.
“Oh, there’s where that went. Good job.”
She gave a thumbs up, calm as could be while I
