She yanks open the door, yanking me towards the front door and out into the hallway. "Somewhere else than this place."
Her lack of a destination bothers me, and as we head outside to her pickup, my heart rate increases. Suddenly, I wish I had a camera in my hand. It seems like watching myself venture into the unknown through the lens would be much more peaceful because it would not seem as real.
I am wearing a tiny black tank top and cutoffs because it is really hot. My hair is a little twisted, and the only makeup I have on is melting mascara and eyeliner. "I am dressed for nowhere," I object, as she opens the front gate.
She looks over her shoulder at my hair and clothes. "You look fantastic. You constantly do. When we get to her single-cab vehicle parked in front of the garage, she p
