The ride had been uneventful, yet still mildly strained. Every time Joanie found a way to amuse herself, it seemed that Luther devised a way to crush it. The greatest of these incidents was when he banished her to the backseat after messing with the radio too many times. Luckily, she managed to retain shotgun privileges for this leg of the journey, though that meant that she needed to find a new way to entertain herself.
It came in a text message. Sam had texted her, so she texted back. This went on, back and forth, and she had almost forgotten that she was on a boring car trip when, all of a sudden, her joy was taken from her.
"Hey!" she sputtered as he snatched the cell phone right from her hands and placed it in the empty cupholder. She wanted to reclaim it, but hesitated, instead giving him a strong pout. "What the hell?" she asked in disbelief, folding her arms across her chest. "I can't play with the radio, I can't sing along, and now I can't text?" Huffing, she looked away before glancing back at him. "I'm texting Sam," she said bluntly.