Chapter FortyParked two houses down from Cholla's, Linda and I sat in the Jeep sipping sparkling water and munching frenziedly through a super-sized bag of salty-sweet popcorn. Did we really expect to see Ms. Poniard peering from a window or slipping from a side entrance? Of course not (but it would have been nice).
“Do you miss him?”
I eyed her blankly. “Who?”
“Cash-s***h-Richie.”
“… No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes… No. Maybe.” I smiled sheepishly. “He's smug, arrogant, cocky, self-absorbed, infuriating, and presumptuous. Qualities I'm totally not fond of and yet ones that—seemingly and annoyingly—attract me to him.”
Linda bah-hah-hahed, something I'd not heard her do in a long time, and it made me laugh.
“What about Makjo? Miss him?”
She turned back to the house. “Like monthly cramps
