"No, Dad, I'm doing fine," Rachel said, tucking her cell phone under her ear and shifting her groceries to dig out the keys to her apartment building. "Seriously. ...no I'm not pining! I make bad relationship choices, I know that, but please realize that I dumped him?... yeah, call Tyler and try that shit on him." She laughed at her dad's response to that, which was short and unprintable. "Thought so. Hey, did you get my email about Thanksgiving?" She shoved the door open and went inside.
Her dad's voice cut off mid-transmission. Rachel would have been annoyed if she hadn't just turned up in a grove.
Rachel Weston
Her dad's voice cut off mid-transmission. Rachel would have been annoyed if she hadn't just turned up in a grove.
"Holy shit," she said, and dropped her groceries.