Dex
Sunday afternoon, driving back from dropping Donna's family off...
He smirked at the back of the car in front of him as he waited for the light to turn green.
"Dude," his brother Jack said.
Dex turned and glanced over, seeing him staring back expectantly.
"What?" he asked.
"I asked if you were good. You seem... pissed or something." Jack had a look of concern on his face. "You're gripping the steering wheel like it owes you money."
Dex laughed briefly before responding. "Yeah man. I'm good. I'm... very, very good."
The light turned green, and he accelerated, then switched lanes to get onto the freeway. He'd already punched "home" into the map app on the dashboard console of his truck and heard the polite, feminine voice directing him where to go.
Jack seemed to accept that Dex
