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.