Messy Jalopy of My Friend Vee

In her messy jalopy, she made a bit of room for me had to pick up empties; I counted twenty-three I said, “You really like cream soda, I see” She gave me a nod and thumbs up, my friend Vee. We gave been comrades for a while, have shared history. She has never been a neatnik like her mom or sister Bree. Her car looks like it has been well-loved, lived in totally I adore the unapologetic casual messiness of my friend Vee.