"I really appreciate this, Jacey," Kevin said for about the hundredth time.
We were sitting in my car on the highway, inching forward through horrendous traffic. The storm roared around us like an angry god. We'd been sitting for so long, it felt like the whole day was already burned away. The combination of a busy shopping Saturday morning and the torrential weather had turned the two-lane road into a parking lot. Transformed every second into an agonizing hour.
I'd agreed to drive my brother (of course I agreed), but this was already way outside what I'd been promised. And every time Kevin repeated his thanks, it was worth even less.
As we sat there -- staring at the same shopping centers on either side of us and wondering how many different Burger Kings one stretch of road needed --
