You don’t know where west is?” Sarah asked with disbelief.
I wasn’t going to drop her to the ground. I was going to throw her. “Do I look like I have a compass on me?”
Sarah waved a hand at the sky. “Can’t you use the stars to navigate?”
“I ’m twenty-nine years old, not two hundred and twenty-nine. I navigate by GPS, MapQuest, or TomTom. Not the fucking stars, ’k?

Autore: Jeaniene Frost