One Girl's Reaction
“Fuck me!” Ellie said, standing on the brakes. Clorox bottles and mop handles rattled behind us. “Forget a break, I can’t even catch a goddamn light today.”
“Speaking of a light.” I handed her a cigarette.
Ellie took a drag. The radio coughed up the Stones. Poor Mick just couldn’t get no satisfaction.
“This fucking guy,” Ellie said. “Some girl tells him ‘…