It was a completely normal Saturday afternoon when Jo pulled up outside Müge’s house. The windows were down. The bass was up. WAY up. Jo was sitting approximately three centimetres from the steering wheel, wearing sunglasses, nodding aggressively to 90s hip-hop. Müge opened the passenger door. “Why are you sitting like that?” Jo slowly lowered her sunglasses. “Müge. Get in.” “Where are we going?” “Doesn't matter.” “Jo, I have children.” “So did Tupac's mother.” Müge paused. Fair po
