Shark Bait was only a short drive away. Delaney drove Tara over to pick up her car and they promised to meet at the restaurant on East 15th Avenue around five to grab a quick bite to eat before heading out for a night of fun on the boardwalk. Tara made a Southern slip and called A & LP’s a sub shop—Delaney slammed on the brakes so hard, Tara had to hold out her hands to avoid nosediving into the dashboard. “A what?” Delaney cried.
The road wasn’t as clear as it had been the night before, and a horn honked behind them. Tara felt her face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry!” she said with a laugh. “We call them subs in Richmond.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Delaney muttered with a shake of her head. “Now I’ve heard everything. You’re lucky I don’t make you get out and walk for that.”
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