And considering what had gone down in the last twenty-four hours, that was saying something. Once again, Tina had managed to make my life just a little bit worse. Right about then, reality penetrated my exhausted, dazed, bobby-pinned-to-within-an-inch-of-its-life head. I looked like I’d had a long-term threesome with a tanning bed and cheap eyeliner. Gosh, I was funny when I was too tired to blink.Īnyway, thirdly, it was an incredibly unflattering picture. Secondly, just what did a person have to do in this dusty little town to have a mugshot hanging in the local cafe? I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into Cafe Rev, but it sure as hell wasn’t a picture of myself behind the register under the cheery headline “Do Not Serve.” A yellow frowny face magnet held the photo in place.įirst of all, I’d never set foot in Knockemout, Virginia, let alone done anything to warrant a punishment as egregious as withholding caffeine. Unless you count his basset hound, Waylon. Things We Never Got Over, Bearded, bad-boy barber Knox prefers to live his life the way he takes his coffee: Alone.
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