209: No Picks Yet?

Camilla I settled into my bed, the soothing warmth of my blankets feeling like a reward for surviving the day's chaos. Grabbing my laptop, I dialed Sasha’s number, eager to catch up. When she answered, her face popped up on the screen, and I greeted her with a grin. “Hey, Camilla, wassup?” “I’ve been good. What about you? How was Seattle? How’s your aunt?” I asked, genuinely curious. Sasha’s laughter was like a breath of fresh air. “She’s doing alright. And I’ve been great as well. It feels good to be back home.” “Glad to hear it!” I said. “But tell me about your trip. You mentioned some trouble on the way back?” Sasha’s eyes widened, and she leaned in, looking almost conspiratorial. “Oh boy, where do I start? So, I’m driving down the highway, right? Everything’s going smoothly until—bam—my car starts making this weird noise. It’s like a cross between a dying cat and a malfunctioning lawnmower.” I laughed. “Sounds promising.” “Oh, it gets better,” she said, rolling her eyes. “S