We need a ride. We're stranded." "We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY?" she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. "What?" I said. "We have to get in.
Becca FitzpatrickMy legs are falling asleep,โ I blurted. It wasnโt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. โI could solve that.โ Patchโs hands closed on my hips.
Becca FitzpatrickQuit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like Iโm a boy. Like Dorian Gray.โ โDorian who?โ I sighed. โJust think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.โ โSure thing, Gumdrop.โ I grimaced. โI take that back. Letโs stick with Grey.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
Becca Fitzpatrick