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Mike and I sat in his Jeep. We’d walked out together arm in arm because both our knees were a little wobbly.
“Jesus,” he said. “I hope I never see something like that again in my life.”
“That makes two of us.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really don’t think I can drive yet.”
Mike suddenly jumped from the car, making it to the bushes before he threw up. I picked up the gym towel I’d used earlier. It didn’t look too bad, so I walked out to him with it.
“You’re right,” he said. “My cooking is better the first time around.”
I handed him the towel carefully. “I hear this has seen worse.”
He tried to laugh, but couldn’t pull it off. “I’m sorry, Sydney. I’m going back in to clean up in the restroom. Are you okay to wait here?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said. Wild horses couldn’t get me back in that b
