“Aren’t they from our neck of the woods?” Denise asked.
“Yep. He works over in Greencastle, so they must be out for a drive.” I didn’t want to elaborate because I felt so humiliated for Laura. And now I was tormented about whether or not I should tell Laura that the man she planned to marry was a slime-sucking bastard. I was so peeved that I wanted to run Rick down with his own BelAir. Backing over him again seemed like a good idea, too. I was imagining the pleasurable sound of Rick’s bones snapping like bread sticks when Denise laid another zinger on me.
“My boyfriend goes to school here,” she said. “I can’t wait for you to meet Robert. He’s pledging a fraternity, so he couldn’t get away to join us today, but he says to say hello.”
I have to admit, I felt myself deflating. It’s not as
