Every Woman Has a Price24 Swapmeet
Frieda put her boot up on the glove box and crossed her arms tighter. She ground her teeth audibly. Frieda’s mother’s, Sasha’s, hands tightened on the wheel. “He’s how much older than you? Twenty years?” “Not that much!” Frieda barked. “It might as well be,” Sasha sighed. “This is for your own good.” “But not my own happiness. And not Owen’s!” “I don’t give two fucks about Owen’s happiness,” Sasha said. They drove by the turn off to their street. She wasn’t driving her daughter...