“I like your voice,” I tell her when the song is over. Ruby laughs, shaking her head. “You really are drunk.” I frown. “Hey, I take offense to that.” “I’m just okay.” She shrugs. “You need to learn how to take a compliment, Red.” She’s quiet for a moment, her fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel and when she finally murmurs, “Yeah, you’re probably right,” I realize something. That took a lot for her to say. Huh.
