Robyn
I refused to be a damsel in distress. So even though I was already tired and sore, and emotionally strung out, I put on my gi and headed for Karate class. I felt like s,hit, and I knew punching and kicking something (or preferably - someone) would make me feel a hell of a lot better. I tossed my gym bag over my shoulder and headed down the stairs, choosing to ignore the fact that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were right behind me. Apparently it wasn’t enough that Phoenix was going to the class as a participant. Jack also decided that he was coming along.
And that he was riding shotgun in my car.
I slid behind the wheel and took a bit of perverse satisfaction in his discomfort as he tried to fit in the passenger side. Even with the seat pushed all the way back, his long legs
