“You’re running away? At, like, age twenty?” She better keep her ass moving down this street, then. The last thing I need is some angry father looking for his overdressed teenage daughter. “No.” She laughs. “I’m home from college visiting my parents, and they were boring me to death.” “Oh, good for you. I hope your freedom trail finds you at Shangri-la,” I reply and begin to walk away from her.
