It was hot and her jacket felt like fifty pounds; its collar scratched at the back of her neck. Whatever – it suited her mood after Bernie showed up with Robyn f*****g Oliver in tow. Bernie had the intuition of a rock and, evidently, the memory of a gnat. Why else would she bring Robyn back around?
Frances shrugged her jacket off and tied it around her hips. A squealing Honda Civic pulled out of the McDonald’s lot. She counted six teenaged boys crammed into the vehicle, the two sharing the front passenger seat loudly denying their homosexual attraction. Kids like that were exactly the reason why she had no friends in high school.
Her eyes lit upon a handwritten sign taped to the door of a restaurant on the east end of a short strip of shops that included Big Convenience, Dover Used Appl
