“I can’t believe we have to sit through a second act of this bullshit,” I yell to Mark on the opposite end of the aisle. Mark knows the last thing I want is to entertain Amanda, which explains the shit-eating grin he sports because she convinced him to trade seats. I was annoyed at first, but I know not to bite the hand that feeds me. Asshole. “It hasn’t been that bad.” Amanda smacks me on the arm. I don’t know why she wanted to come in the first place. She hates these things. If she isn’t the center
