Chapter 88 Lesson

• Tyrone had one hand on his coffee and the other on the steering wheel. I was fiddling with the radio, holding my cup of coffee between my thighs, and he was still sulking over the misspelling of his name on his cup.
• "I said Tyrone, and the dumbass wrote something else," he complained, pulling up at a crosswalk and sipping deeply.
• I leaned back and giggled, "The name on the cup sounds cute “Tygerone” is cute," as gentle rock music filled the car. "Damn, you act like such a typical white girl sometimes, Ty."