13
At seven thirty the next morning, Shea was using an angle grinder to cut a stock motorcycle frame to fit the specs for the Stansbury bike, when Terrance walked into the shop. Her jaw still ached from getting punched the night before, and the vibrations from the grinder weren’t helping her hangover any.
“Geez, Shea, you look like hell,” said Terrance as Shea finished a cut and set down the grinder.
She pulled off her gloves and rubbed her temples. “Rough night hanging out with the Athena Sisterhood.”
“Athena Sisterhood? You and Jessica were supposed to be celebrating your anniversary.”
“‘Supposed to be’ being the operative words.”
“I don’t understand. What happened?”
“Well for one, no one told me Jessica was planning a special evening. I didn’t even know six-month anniversaries we
