Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Sabrina’s cheeks were flushed, and she looked away the moment I made eye contact.
The donut chick didn’t.
She held my eyes as she said, “I’m a lesbian. Have been since I was sixteen. But swear to fuckin’ God, I would be straight for a day if I got to be with you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I instead said, “I need a dozen of the hot ones. Two large coffees, and a chocolate milk.”
“Two chocolate milks,” Sabrina interrupted. “I also need a butt-ton of cream.”
Five minutes later, we were sitting in front of Landry’s, eating donuts, drinking chocolate milk and coffee, and staring at the line that was already forming.
“Do you want me to get out?” she asked curiously.
I curled my lip. “No fuckin’ food is worth this.”
“These are,” Sabrina said as she bailed out of the car with two donuts on her pointer finger.
I grinned and followed her out with the rest of my food, parking my ass on the picnic bench behind everyone already in line, and finished our food.
“That was amazing,” she whispered after she was finished with her two to my ten. “Are you sure you’ll have room to eat?”
I had no clue.
But, unlike my sister, I didn’t fuckin’ care if I ate here.
Even more, I would rather eat a damn Hawaiian roll from Walmart than stand in line for ones to be thrown at me.
But what the fuck ever.
By the time I’d been sitting there for an hour, my head was hurting, it was humid as fuck, and I wanted nothing more than to spank the kids that were jumping from picnic table to picnic table behind me.
“I never want to have kids,” I declared a little too loudly.
The woman beside me looked at me curiously, making me glare at her.
Sabrina’s laugh rang out and said, “I think that you’re able to tolerate your own a little better than anyone else’s.”
“Probably because you’re allowed to spank their ass,” I grumbled.
The woman on the other side of me got up and moved toward the end of the table her and her kids had taken up residence on.
What she didn’t do?
Tell her asshole kids to sit the fuck down.
Nope, she let them keep right on being assholes.
Fucking bitch.
“Why don’t you go take these to the truck,” Sabrina suggested.
It was the trash.
I wasn’t taking the trash to the truck.
I did get up, however, and find a trash can that was nearer to the door.
I don’t know if it was my left eye twitching, or the way that thunder was practically shining on my face, but when the man opened the door and saw me standing there throwing my trash away he said, “Bad day?”
I shoved the trash into the trash can a little too hard before I said, “Fuckin’ kids.”
“Yours?” he wondered.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Here,” he said as he handed me a ticket. “Take that and go get away from them,” he suggested. “I’m handing ’em out anyway. Those kids are making the dishes on the walls shake each time they bounce off the wall while they play parkour—you know where they leap over shit?”
I snorted and took the ticket. “I keep hoping that they’ll take out the mom one of these times and maybe she’ll actually have to discipline them.”
One jumped off right then into the elderly lady’s face that sat next to them on the other side.
The little boy bumped the woman’s motorized scooter and jolted the woman forward at least two feet.
The man on her other side stood up stiffly and said, “If you don’t control these fucking kids, I will!”
“Shit,” the man who’d handed me the ticket said.
I walked away, shoving the ticket deep down into my pocket and going to catch Sabrina’s hand before there could be any fight happening that might include her.
She looked at me sharply and said, “But our spot!”
“I got a ticket from the man up front,” he said. “I’m assuming they’ll call us in the order of the numbers he handed out.”
“Hey!” the woman with the kids cried. “We should be first!”
I kept walking until we got to my sister’s Escalade.
Which happened to also be the time that the rest of the family arrived.
They walked up just in time to see the woman snag a kid by the shirt and forcibly set him down.
I would’ve cheered her on had the kid not taken a swing at the old woman, knocking her glasses off her face.
“Oh, shit,” I heard Haggard say as he tensed.
Tide at my side straight up started walking in that direction.
I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it up, and started to smoke it while stepping away from my family to give us a bit of room.
Sabrina’s eyes went to me, frowned in disapproval, but ultimately went to the shit that was going down at the restaurant.