Apocalypse: Unholy Alliances

[troublewillfindme]

“Sally,” Weir said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Of all the people you could have made friends with…”

 

“You started it. I would have just kept going in French,” she answered. “But then I felt bad.” She shouldered her schoolbag. “It could be worse.”

Weir eyed her. “It could be better, too.”

“You didn’t have to find someone to teach me to drive, at least?”

“Mike would have done a fine job.”

“Mike’s busy. You need him more than I do.”

“And so Section Commander Kader is your driving instructor.”

“I’ll keep him out of your hair,” she promised, standing on tip toe to kiss his cheek. “He can’t bother you if he’s worried about me crashing his car.”

“Sally.”

“I’m a good driver, don’t worry. I’ll be home for dinner.”

He shook his head. She was incorrigible.