Saturday afternoon-- streets of Fandom, post-Cafe Fina

[mparkerceo]

Maureen was furious, teary, wet, and oh yes, furious. "C'mon, Esme. Stupid Anakin Banana-head. I hope you drive in a ditch!" She yelled after the golfcart. "I hope you get a flat tire! I hope you get DETENTION!"

Still fuming and clutching her bunny, she started off down the street. Stupid boy.