“You might get your wish,” Clara said in Latin.
“What luck! It’s not even my birthday,” Evelyn replied.
As they neared, Clara led Evelyn off the sidewalk to get around them. If they valued their lives they would not say or do anything to warrant a—
“You two look good enough to fuck,” the lead drunk said.
Clara squeezed Evelyn’s hand again as though lending her some courage. They moved on without acknowledging them. One step… two steps… three steps… four—
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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