“Hey, Tar. Where you at wit’ my car?”
“Wilson-Reisdorf Trauma Center. Only the car’s at Mike’s garage.”
“Oh, you so didn’t crack it up!” Julie felt real fury building.
“I’m afraid I did. But it was not my fault at all. Trisha can attest to that – when she gets out of surgery that is.”
“Oh f**k, what happened to Sprat? Is she okay?”
Carrie sat up and moved in close. Julie put the call on speaker. Tara’s voice turned tinny.
“She wouldn’t be in surgery if she was. Compound fracture of her right radius.”
“f**k me!”
“Ouch!”
“What happened?”
Thankfully it was Carrie that asked this last. Julie was still wrestling with herself. Concern for their collective kid sister battled with anger over her vehicle. She’d told that cunt to be careful. Hearing that they’d been out hot-rodding before
