Yale's Point of View
I sat in the passenger seat of his car as he took a sharp turn onto the next road while I held onto my seat. Gripping the leather with my fingers.
I thought Denver was a bad driver but angry Woody was worse.
We had departed from his mother at the restaurant a few minutes ago and Woody was really pissed off. It was the Denver thing,
The Denver and Delia thing.
"God! I know you're upset but slow down! I'm pregnant!" I yelled at him as he exhaled and then licked his lips instantly slowing down as if he had forgotten that I was carrying a baby.
"I hardly have my foot on the gas! It's this f*****g car, it drives like this!"
"No, don't blame the car! You're upset! You need to calm down!"
"I'm sorry." He said "But the f**k is he thinking!? What the f**k are they both
