“It means the woods are lovely, dark and deep. But we have promises to keep.” Exhaling, I open my eyes to meet her stunned gaze. “And miles to go before we sleep.” “Robert Frost?” She gives me a slow blink. “You were listening earlier?” I reach out to snuff the blunt into a nearby tray. “Who wouldn’t listen to a beautiful girl reading them poetry? Just had this bitch of a headache. Like I said…”
