Lyss could have sworn she’d gone around that bend before. s**t. She might be slightly off path. Her stupid GPS had lost satellite signal ten miles back and now she had no idea where the hell she was. Though she’d always thought she could find her way anywhere, clearly it was not the case.
Great sense of direction my ass.
Where the hell was she? And more importantly, why hadn’t she thought to take the handwritten directions Aunt calliope had given her instead of leaving them on her dining room table. Trying to remember didn’t seem to work. She was obviously going around in circles.
Crack!
The sudden slump as her old Camry dropped into a pothole made her wince.
“f*****g hell!”
Things just got better and better. Her car swerved, screeching with the force of what must be a flat tire. She
