“Methinks thou doth protest—”
“Oh, knock off the Shakespeare, Bren…
BZZZZZ. “What’s that Sean?”
“My cell on vibrate—but you’re more important.”
“Answer the phone!”
“Sean here….” I said, nodding my head as if calculating an algorithm. “Gotta go, Brenda. “My sister’s ride never showed at LaGuardia; she needs a lift.”
“Ignore the bad karma bitch!” Brenda snapped. “News flash: your sister dumped me at LGA when she and I were lovers; don’t you remember?”