As if she had been stung by an angry wasp, Natalie suddenly sprang forward. Her head spun from the abrupt change in position and perspective. Grandma would have been proud of her impulsive posture but certainly not of the stream of obscenities that flowed like water from a busted pipe, foul enough that a seasoned sailor would blush.
“DAMMIT! Why don’t these freakin’ rocks last longer?” ended the tirade. It was a scene that had played out frequently in the past two years. She yanked her ear buds out and launched the small sliver of red rock into the alien sky. A dramatic sigh escaped her.
“Probably for the best,” she said aloud. “That song always brings back painful memories.” There was no point in thinking about the past. Nothing could be changed. Nothing could bring back her father, Josh, or anyone else who had to be left behind. Thoughts of it made her stomach churn and started the water works.
She couldn’t go back looking upset. It would worry them. Brows furrowed, she swiped at her damp cheeks and gave herself a stern internal pep talk. Satisfied that she could fool her brothers, she turned heel to head home.