Chapter 3
“And the last item out of Washington is a nationwide withdrawal of a nighttime curfew, for obvious reasons.”
Jillian slips the Bluetooth devices from her ears and carefully places them on the dashboard of her SUV, grateful for the break, while a lineup of songs play over the KSSX radio. She surmises it may be pushing ninety degrees here in the broad and welcome shade beneath the tall, thick trees of the front yard.
“You’re talking a whole lot more than during your normal broadcasts,” Emma says from the seat beside her friend. “You holding up okay?”
She rubs her face deftly, slowly, then, “I’ll be so glad when midnight gets here.”
“You need me to get you something to drink, sweetie?”
“No,” Jillian looks starry-eyed around the interior of her vehicle. “I’m good. Just tired of
