swerved abruptly

Slowing to a stop, Carolyn’s hands smacked at the steering wheel. “I wouldn’t, but she’s pushed me into it. She can’t treat me that way. He shouldn’t let her. She shouldn’t be allowed.” Carolyn turned the wheel right and began to roll along the black asphalt road. “Fucking napkins.” Carolyn looked into the rearview mirror. “Come in my house and call me trash. I don’t need this.” She swerved abruptly into the left lane.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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