Janice Bane cranked it up. Neil Diamond. The Solitary Man. Anybody who had a problem with that could go fuck themselves.
“I’ve had it to here, being where love’s a small word.” Janice gripped the steering wheel and belted out the lyrics. “Part time thing.” She hit the gas and passed the Range Rover. “Paper ring.” L.A. traffic was getting to be unbearable.
“I know it’s been done having one girl who loves you.” She swerved around a man puttering along on a powder blue Vespa Scooter. “Right or wrong.” HONKKKK. What kind of man would chose to drive a Vespa? “Weak or strong.”
She picked up some speed on the straightaway.