“Hurry up, Jake. We’re going to be late.” Lacey waited a few seconds and still heard nothing. She raised her voice a couple of decibels: “Jake, I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” She reached for the door. “Please,” she added.
This was the worst part of her day, when she had to fight with Jake to get him up and out for school. He definitely wasn’t a morning person, and last night certainly hadn’t helped things. His plane had been delayed for two hours, and it was eleven o’clock before they had finally made it home.
She started the car and looked down to see Jake’s JL4 portable speaker still on the floor in the front seat. She reached for it and plugged it into the USB slot in her console. She scrolled for his playlist on her phone and found Green Day, one of his favorite groups, and skipped
