By Gregory Chin Jessica’s blue eyes lit up like Christmas lights when I gave her the keys to her mother’s Mustang. She looked so much like Diane in that moment, her glistening lips curving slowly from a half-open look of wonder to the broadest of broad smiles. Her auburn hair smelled sweet: grapefruit citrus shampoo infused with passion fruit something. She squealed and hug … [Read more...] about Love Cars