Sara cut her eyes at me. Nothing new. “Why not show some support here?”

Following a broody sigh, I faked a smile. “Yes, Mother Dear, I am quite happy we moved to the far away never-land of bugs-gone-wild.” Full of piss and vinegar, I snatched the blanket from her grasp and tugged it back, covering my head, rolling over with my back to Sara and stewing in an icy silence.

Not getting the hint, she yanked the cover back down. “I got a job!” she giggled into my ear. “I’m working at the Mudbug Café just around the corner, downtown. It doesn’t pay much, but I’ll make it up in tips.”

I sensed Sara’s euphoria aiming at my back like a red laser beam. She was trying to appease me which made this whole move even worse.

I felt I’d earned the privilege to have at least one day to lie in bed and brood without Sara rubbing her bliss in my face.

In a snit, I tossed the blanket to the side and rolled over facing her. I propped myself up on my elbow. “That’s gonna be hard getting to your job.” I smiled sarcastically. I loved bursting her happy bubble.

“Why do you say that?” Sara fiddled with a broken nail.

“The tires are low. If they go flat, you’ll have to walk. Did you stop and have someone check it?”

Sara cut me off. “Nope! I didn’t have to.”

“Why?” my brows furrowed. Oh, shit! What did she do now?

“The tires are ripped to shreds.” She spoke with a devil-may-care voice as she tugged off her red bottom heels. “I drove the car anyway.”

My eyes nearly went cross-eyed staring at her feet. Suddenly my concern switched to shock as I bolted to a sitting position. “Where did you get those shoes?” I glared. “Those are no Wal-Mart shoes! Especially since, oh, I don’t know, since we’re broke?” I stared at her suspiciously.

Sara snatched the shoes up and tucked them away in her suitcase before I had a chance to examine them further. “Don’t worry about it. We have other things to trouble ourselves over.” It was crystal clear that Sara was lying. Apart from her Southern accent kicking in, her cheeks flared bright red every time. This time, her cheeks lit up like a beacon in a snow blizzard.

“Trouble ourselves?” I scoffed. “Like you ruining the only set of wheels we got?” I eyeballed her with little patience. “You do know driving the car will damage the wheels?”

Sara rolled her eyes. “How much more damage can the tires possibly be?” she dropped her purse on the floor with a thud. “The tires are already ruined,” she sang.

I gaped at her incredulously.