24Peg didn’t say another word till we were back in her white Oldsmobile. “I told you it wouldn’t be fun.”
“At least we tried.” I buckled my seat belt fast; she was already speeding out of the parking lot. “We couldn’t not try.”
“I knew he wouldn’t help me.” She clenched the wheel in both hands and hunched forward, glaring at the road ahead. “He waited fifteen years to stick it to me like that.”
Peg was driving sixty in a twenty-five-mile-an-hour zone. I needed to get her to calm down and refocus. “So now we know what we need to do next, don’t we?”
“Zebras.” She hissed the word through clenched teeth. “I’ll show him zebras.”
I stared at her, struck by the strangeness of the scene. I’d never seen her like this before, bursting with white hot anger, almost out of control. She’
