Re: Loggything: Penny and Clementine
Clem grinned some at the stubborn woman's slow push to her feet. Whatever folks thought about southern belles, Clem knew they grew 'em real hardy below the Mason Dixon line. She'd cried her eyes out the past few years, and she'd forgot who she was some, but she was remembering again, and it was real nice. Maybe it was less remembering, and more something like rebuilding, but wherever she was going, it felt good.
"You think of coming back here and working? Nothing we love better than grousing hard about NYPD." She wasn't lying any. Fire and Police, they had this real weird love affair going on, and they always had. Half the time, they were all bedded down with each other, and Clem had been flirting up a pretty little detective in violent crimes, just for funning.
Clem shifted the car hard, out into traffic, like she was on some racecourse, and then she remembered driving hard might lead Penny to puking, so she calmed some, weaved less. "Don't got to thank me. Feel like saying what happened?"