Chapter Seventeen
“Why do you believe in God?” I ask as I get into my car. We’re at the curb in front of the shelter; I’m picking Zenny up at the end of her shift, and I’ve just kissed her senseless and then helped her into the passenger seat.
She drops her backpack with a thump on the floorboard and twists to buckle her seatbelt. “I see you’re not wasting any time in challenging me.” Her voice is mild, a little wry maybe, but when I look over at her, I immediately feel like s**t. She looks f*****g exhausted, and she smells like cheap tomato sauce and infant formula. The lumpy backpack between her feet is clearly stuffed with textbooks and there are dark smudges under her eyes that speak to how late I kept her up last night.
My d**k fusses at me, but I decide the minute we get home
