Then music blared from the front yard. Loud music. I jumped and turned on the stool. Clara let go of my damp hair. “What the hell?” I asked, staring out the open balcony doors. “Is that—? Is that Peter Gabriel?” “Sounds like ‘In Your Eyes.’ Might want to check that out,” she said sweetly.
ITS A SAY ANYTHING MOMENT, AHHHHH!
