Les comes back into the kitchen. “So, I just saw your mom’s nurse pull up. What do you say we go get our nails done? You need to get out of the house.” Bridget claps. “Yes! Girl’s day!” “I don’t know, guys…” “Come on. It’ll be fun. You’ll have your phone, and Les drives like a fucking maniac on the best of days. So she could have you back here like that.” Bridget snaps her fingers to emphasize her point, and Les laughs. “I don’t drive like a maniac,” Les argues. “Yes. You do. Pretty sure you hit a hundred more than once on the way here.”
