Best of Friends
“No way! Harry didn’t say that!” Becky glanced at her friend before turning back to watch the road.
Trish nodded, smiling. “Yep. In front of the whole cafeteria, too.”
“What’s with guys? They have no respect for women.”
Trish was about to say something when she pointed to a street sign. “Here. It’s behind the line of trees.”
Becky nodded and turned right onto a dirt road leading to a planned cul-de-sac. “Where do you want to stop?”
Trish shrugged. “Any place they’re going to pour concrete in the morning is fine. Then we can take care of Harry.”