Page 9 of Hero Hair
Common ground for me has always been deciding who goes downtown first.
I glance at my quiet friend to my right. Carina scoots her chair closer to me.
“Teala, what’s the worst that could possibly happen?”
Leave it to the writer to ask the open-ended questions—the questions I don’t want to answer. She makes me feel things I’d rather never feel.
Looking at her big brown eyes, I realize what she’s trying to force me to understand. “I could like it,” I reply.
That would be so much worse than anything else. It would be terrifying.
From across the room, I hear my cell phone chiming with a new text.
