CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTJessica
I stared at Liz in disbelief. “You must be joking, right?
Tell me you’re joking. I mean you can’t possibly be serious. No way, no way.
You can’t be serious!” The more I spoke, the faster my words came and
the more hysterical I sounded.
Liz wouldn’t return my look. She propped her elbows on the
table and kneaded her temples with both hands. “None of this is my idea, Jess.
I don’t like it any more than you do. I haven’t liked any of this.” Her
voice dripped with disgust.
“Oh, yeah. Well, I’ve been enjoying it even less, okay? So you
and your goddamned federal government can just kiss my ass!”
Liz stopped kneading long enough to venture a look my way. Her
eyes were tired, pleading with me for understanding. “It’s your government,
too, Jessica. And this
