52. Jeremy
“Mia!” I snap at her and she instantly starts crying. Her eyes are so hard and unyielding and her breathing is ragged.
Frank is on the other side of the car, peeking in, looking confused. I give him a quizzical look, but he shakes his head in befuddlement. He doesn't know how he upset her.
“Come down. Let's talk about this, okay.” I open the door and say to her,
“There is nothing to talk about, Jeremy. Just get your friend away from me.” Refusing to get out of the car, she folds her hands and squares her shoulders. She is really angry.
“What did he do?”
“...”
“...Frank?” He’s come over to her side of the car now, so I turn to him for an explanation, but the confusion in his eyes is even deeper than mine.
“I don't know.”
“What do you mean? You don't know what you
