“Hallelujah,” she said the last word, drawing it out
We try to avoid those
My mother texted back the salivating emoji and asked me to save her some.
The driver showed us a wrinkly red River jersey that he had stuffed between the passenger seat.
I climbed around inside, securing the kids, who’d been kept out too late, into the car seats.
We explained that we were tourists looking for a place to watch the Champions League final.
“Go straight,” I said, when the driver had pulled over, his face crinkled in uncertainty.
They were ravenous for new blood.
Sandy drove us past the Safeway, which only looks like a grocery store because there's a line of carts out front all melted together.