Lark crawled into her bed at home after Max dropped her off with a gentle kiss to her cheek and a promise to call her later wondering what the hell was happening. She pulled her pillow over her head and screamed into it furiously.
“That bad, huh?”
She peered out from under the pillow to look at her grandmother leaning against the doorframe and groaned. “Why now?”
“If you’re talking about Max maybe because it is the right time.”
“Nana,” she rolled her eyes, “he has the nerve to tell me he f***s around because he’s been trying to use s*x with other women as a means to get over me.”
“Brilliant like his father and dumb as every other man on the planet,” Nana Prue shrugged as she sat on the edge of the bed. “if I got a nickel for every time a man did something stupid involving his pecker
