Damn car keys. Damn kids. Damn boy friend.
Being a woman wasn't easy, and when it was
easy there were always seemed to be undesirable

consequences, like a damn broke car, damn
hungry kid ands a damn broke boyfriend waiting
in the damn broke car. Rebecca hadn't shown

up either so now Nancy was looking for car
keys, found a bottle, and then twisted her
heel on a revolver she didn't own. Damn sister's
boyfriend. There were going to be consequences.