Who Needs Traitors when You've Got Maps?
I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily.
Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training".
They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction.
I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them