She felt tired and creased. Was being under-valued the price of being young?, she wondered, driving home from work. And was shrugging that very concern out the window its luxury?, she would have wondered, had she not done just that.
The volume up, the windows down, the heater on and the wind rushing in. Home, home. When I get home, she thought, I will strip down to my underwear and lie in bed eating a red-carelessly-red popsicle.
