Dan was carrying the carryout boxes with our dinners in them anyway. The manager had refused to let us pay for anything, even the box with a raw steak for Boston.
Part of me wished I hadn't assumed I didn't need to do anything with my untended bush, but I knew I was just being vain.
"I'm sorry, Dan," I whispered before my brother started the car.
He shifted in his seat before I felt his fingers comb through my disheveled hair beside my face.
Between falling off my chair and getting manhandled, in more ways than one, by my brother, my hair had started to come out of the ribbon I had tied it in, so I took it out completely. I hoped it had looked sexy, but at that point I was sure it didn't anymore.
"What for, Rae?"
"Everything?"
Dan's finger brushed away the tear that I wasn't even aw
