She pictured herself getting up, bolting down the lodge steps and across the snow. She was sure she could make it before they got on the lift again, and when she’d reach them, she’d shove Jane hard enough to make her hit the ground. Chewing on a nail, she hunched her shoulders and glared at Sawyer’s back. A pair of neon-clad skiers sat at the table next
What is she in high school?!
