“What do you think?” I ask her. She looks exhausted. I think whether I love this one or not, I’d better stick with it unless I want her to fall asleep at her sewing machine.
Then I notice she’s staring at the yellow belt... actually, directly at the red briefs below it. Mom? What is she thinking?
“One thing’s for sure. Nobody’s going to be looking at your face,” she says, as if in answer to my question.
I listen for the moaning, trying to pinpoint where it’s coming from, and then I see it, the wreck. My heart falls. It’s Lana’s car.
What?! And there's all this I love you stuff when he's going to break up with her, and now he can't even think about doing that since she's in this horrible accident...
You are official member of the cruel author cliff-hanger club!!
Jen
