Titus
I open the distributor and remove the rotor on Sunny’s bus, just in case she’s serious about leaving. I don’t think she will, but the woman is pretty stubbornly independent.
And it wouldn’t be the first time she’s run off on me.
I rub my forehead as the testier part of me grumbles that I should let her leave if she wants to leave. I’m not looking to get tangled up with her again anyway. But there’s no way I can let her fend for herself like this.
A few days until she’s out of pain and I can get her bus repaired. Then we can part ways before things get intense again.
It’s the only decent thing I can do.
I walk over to the diner and pick up three orders of the huevos rancheros (two for me, because I have a wolf’s appetite), and I get a couple giant bear claw pastries too.
My wol
