Jassy
“I don't think you could pay me to live in a small town ever again,” I said, leaning up again Karl’s side and gripping his hand tighter.
He laughed. “Really? But that's home, right?”
“When Tomlin was around, maybe,” I said, the laughter leaving my voice. “But I realized just now, when you told me you'd take me home, that, well, Tomlin was the only thing tying me there. What would I do, anyways? Get knocked up and have a bunch of kids with some meth-head, then go to church on Sunday, while I'm working at Tilly's Diner every night?”
He grinned. “Nah, I guess not.”
“Can you picture me with grease stains all over my outfit?” I asked, returning his grin as a lopsided smile.
“So, what do you want to do, then?” he asked, emphasizing the first “do.”
I shrugged. “Stay here with you, if
