“GOOD MORNING BIRMINGHAM! With all the news you can use, this is C. J. Stone. It’s a beautiful, Sunny Saturday and we’re out here in it, bringing you the latest on the women’s march and rally that will be kicking off shortly.”
Izzy stopped fussing with the paint brushes she was trying to get out of their plastic packaging and c****d an ear toward the radio. She liked the station; she didn’t care for the newscaster. She thought he gave chauvinists a bad name.
While he rambled on about the weather, her mind wandered back to what had happened the evening before. Aslyn hadn’t returned her calls or texts. She spent a restless night wondering what she should do. When she woke up, a text from her dad decided her day for her.
‘The paint you picked for your living room came in. I picked it up la
