"That's right! You know you love me!"

It wasn't even ten minutes later and I'd have happily traded places with Vivian and her dumb outfit. Or better yet, biffed Skip Anderson over the side and run for the hills if I thought I could get away with it. The moment the carriage began to move, Hank clucking softly to the team, Skip's abrasive running commentary started up and didn't stop. If anything, the slur in his voice grew worse, not better, until he was barely coherent and ...