Mia’s Pop always told her she could be anything she wanted to be. It was an idea that was a persistent hum in her mind as she leapfrogged across grades and got into college.
It was what she told herself when sitting behind the counter at the market multitasking as a waitress, a business woman, and a full-time student.
The same thing she said when sitting behind her wheel and savoring the rabbiting of her pulse as she waited for the flag to drop so that she could let go.
A warm feeling spread through her chest which she wanted to ascribe to watching her brother carry Twink like a grenade missing the pin.
He was miles from smooth as he and Brian walked across the short stretch of grass to enter the kitchen.
She still remembered Dom carrying her when she was little, mostly slinging her up on his back or his shoulders for a better view of the action, he said.
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