I forgot where I was when the car behind us laid on the horn and Ophelia startled, smacking the back of her head on the steering wheel. “Shit,” I panicked, hitting the gas and rubbing her head at the same time. In the rearview a woman in a minivan was flipping me off and I gave her one back. “Are you okay?” O started giggling, crawling backward out of my lap and shimmying her dress down her legs as I tucked myself away. Her laugh made me laugh, and we were both hysterical when I pulled back into Tally’s complex. “You talk a lot when you’re about to come.” She said. “You get real filthy.”
