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bitching about?”
    “Because Tropper’s pissed.”
    “Yeah, Tropper’s real pissed,” Lopez said.
    Cindy stared at him. “ And ?”
    Lopez ate another French fry. “Jesus, Decker, I’m just letting you know. Don’t kill the messenger.”
    Waters said, “Forget it, Decker. Tropper won’t do anything.”
    Almost word for word what Beaudry had said . “How do you know?” Cindy asked. “What? Is he afraid of my father or something?”
    Waters sipped his scotch. “Let’s just say he has a healthy respect for authority.”
    Jasmine came with a fresh brew. She regarded Cindy with concern. “You know, maybe you should eat a little. It’s good to get something in your stomach so it doesn’t go to your head.”
    Cindy took a bite of her sandwich. It went down like lead. She drank half of her suds. “I’m okay. Honestly.”
    Waters smiled. “And if you’re not okay, I can always drive you home.”
    “That won’t be necessary.”
    Hayley came back, freshly made up. Cindy thought she looked dynamite good. Apparently Waters did, too. His eyes lingered on her chest a bit too long. Marx glared and said, “Who let the riffraff in?”
    “I plead guilty.” Cindy raised her hand. Mother Jasmine had been right. After four-plus beers, she was getting a definite buzz and needed something in her stomach. She attempted another bite, but it came out a nibble. Andy was glancing at her sandwich with longing in his eyes.
    “You want some, Lopez?” Cindy asked. “I’m really not that hungry.”
    “Well, if you’re not going to eat it.” Lopez grabbed a half. “Why let it go to waste?”
    Suddenly, the smoky air was oppressive, constricting her chest movement. She felt short of breath but didn’t dare gasp. The current tension had been magnified by the residual strain from the afternoon. Combined with the liquor, Cindy felt as if she were climbing out of her skin.
    She needed out and right away. Quickly, she stood up. Just as quickly, the room started to spin. She slammed her palms against the table for balance.
    “You okay, Decker?” Hayley asked. “Sit down, girl. You look pale.”
    “No, I’m fine.” Attempting a smile. “I’m just tired.”
    Andy said, “Lemme drive you home, Cin.”
    She knew he meant it sincerely. And it made sense because she was woozy. But the thought of being alone in a car with him didn’t settle well. “Thanks, Andy.” Again a smile. “I’m really fine.”
    “I’ll drive you,” Rhonda offered. “Hayley can pick me up later—”
    “It’s not necessary!”
    Her voice sounded harsher than she had intended. “Really, Rhonda. Thanks, but I’m fine. I’ll see you all later.”
    She threw her bag over her shoulder. Knowing that they were studying her sobriety, she made sure to walk away on steady feet. But as soon as she got outside, she broke into a sweat. Her heart started pounding, her hands shook, and her vision blurred. She was drowning from the stress of conformity. Standing in the middle of the parking lot, staring at the sea of cars. Where the hell was hers?
    “Please, God,” she prayed. “Just let me get home in one piece, and I’ll never do it again.”
    She walked down one row, then another. The misty night air did little for her revitalization. But it did frizz up her hair.
    Finally, she spied it—her Saturn. She would have never noticed it except that she had parked under a light. Her car was that sparkly, neon green color that had been in vogue a couple years back. Now the tint was passé, and the coupe looked like an old, painted whore.
    She teetered over to her wheels and fumbled with her keys while perspiration poured off her brow. She managed to unlock the sucker, but then the world started spinning. She shut her eyes, but the reeling wouldn’t stop. She leaned against the metal, plopping her head against the thick cool glass, praying she wouldn’t upchuck.
    “Give me—”
    Cindy started, jumping backward, almost plowing into his chest. She turned