It was like being caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Joanie knew that she should have just turned and walked away, but she couldn't get her stupid legs to move. They were like jello, wobbly enough to impede movement but solid enough to keep her steady. Stupid gelatinous substances.
At her question, she bit her tongue. "Work," she said simply. "What about you? Finally marry a Wall Street broker or something?"