4
Sarah stood at the mouth of the alley and looked up and down the street. The familiar headlights of Jenny’s ancient sedan soon rounded a corner. The car crept down the street with the windows open and Jenny looking left and right.
Sarah stepped onto the sidewalk and waved her hand. Jenny steered the off-white junker to the crumbling curb and leapt out. She ran around the car and her short brown hair bobbed around her round face as she engulfed Sarah in a tight hug.
“Air,” Sarah gasped.
Jenny pulled them apart to arm’s length and looked her friend over. “Did you lose the drug traffickers? Did they try to make you their s*x slave?”
Sarah pursed her lips. “If only it was that simple.”
Jenny blinked at her. “Seriously?”
Sarah grabbed her friend’s hand and lead her into the all
