Sixty-Five: RowynI was silent on the way to the airport. Actually, I found myself to be silent a lot lately on account of there being no one to talk to but my mother or a toddler. I didn't even complain about listening to whatever kid tunes Tristen insisted on.
“Did you remember your phone charger?” My mom had asked me this question four times already.
“Yes, Mom. And my toothbrush and my prescriptions and the fifth of vodka I threw in my suitcase.”
“Very funny.”
“I thought so.”
“It won't be as bad as you think.”
“You're probably right. It will be worse. What am I supposed to do in LA? Look at me. I am made neither for sun nor sand.”
“The ocean is beautiful and calming. It will be good for you just to change things up.”
“Sure.” I was actually not even focusing on being in LA. I hadn
