“We need to take one car. An SUV. And this one needs to go to the cleaners.” I slam the door closed so hard she jumps. “How the fuck do you know about the cleaners?” She rolls her eyes, her hands flying out to her sides. “I’m a fucking Hayes, War! Shut the fuck up. Yes, you all may have protected us from the creepy high school boys, but I was born in this, and you need to not forget that!” My mouth closes because… Well. She’s right. It’s really as simple as that.
