She Don't Got a Lot to Say - Book Excerpt 3
“What do you think of this green Jeep Wrangler, David?” My dad says as we peruse through the car dealership on Wadsworth. It’s just after nine am, and the sun is starting to bounce heatwaves off concrete in the mile-high city. I had dropped my girlfriend, Kaitlyn, off at her promotional gig earlier in the morning. Things were going great in our relationship. A couple months ago I got to meet her parents in Oregon and am considering proposing soon. But the time hasn’t seemed right yet, and it must be perfect. So here we are, shopping for a new car. The salesman is running back to the office for keys to give us a test drive when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Looking to see who is calling, I don't recognize the number and it’s out of state. I hesitate to answer but decide I might as well. “Hello,” I say in my usual optimistic tone. “Hi, David, this is Kaitl...