*~*Margo General*~*

I couldn't look at him. There's a certain level of that after a person sees you pass out, especially if you're me. When he talked to me, I didn't look at him. No, I looked at the giant smudge on his glasses just above his left eye.

As we pulled up to my driveway, I could already hear the yelling. "Thanks," I muttered, climbing out immediately. "You're welcome." I turned and walked away, hoping I wouldn't get my hide tanned (metaphorically speaking, of course).