We are on our way, talk show hosts telling us all about the commute we’re already fighting. Perry and Price in the morning. Michael W. Perry is my boyfriend, which means he is a man I know of who I think is handsome. Charles Bronson is my mother’s boyfriend. So is Richard Chamberlain, though we argue over him.
We are in the bend towards the Wilson tunnel, in a race between traffic and the next song. Once we slip into the tunnel, we’ll lose the AM radio signal. My sister and I hope they don’t play Menudo while we’re inside.