Episode 38: Smitty & The Morning After
Petula opened her eyes and didn’t think. She pushed herself off the front seat and kicked open the door. She was halfway out of the old car when something jerked her solidly back and she saw that she was handcuffed to her sister.
Rose was awake and sitting in the front seat. She didn’t even flinch or yelp, as Petula did, when the sharp metal jabbed into her wrist. She tensed her arm and held it still until Petula clamored back into the car. “Are you kidding me?” Petula rattled her wrist, just to annoy her sister, who took another bite of her protein bar and chewed it like a placid cow. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
Rose finished her breakfast calmly. “You’re a flight risk. This was the only way we could both get any sleep.” She slid her aviators on and smiled at her sister. “Did you sleep well, Pet?”
“Where the hell are we?” Petula scowled and reached underneath herself to straighten her clothes with her one free hand. When she looked out the window, all she saw was acres and acres of corn. “Are we still in town?”
“On the border.” Rose leaned back and attempted to stretch the kinks in her neck. “I’m deciding my next move. Would you like to hear my options?”
“Do any of them involve letting me go right now, of my own free will?”
“Then I don’t care.”
“Option 1,” Rose said with a stretch. “Is that I have a buddy in Chicago run a check on you and your aliases. Aliasi? Whatever. To see if any outstanding warrants come up. Civic duty, you understand.”
Rose ignored her and tapped the wheel. “Option 2. I tie you to that tree over there, with the handcuffs, and drop off a note to Mike Newell letting him, and his son, know exactly where you can be found. And then you can have that awkward reunion I was so hoping would happen last night.” She cleared her throat over Petula’s parade of swears and oaths. “Language, Pet. Option 3. I ask you a few questions, you tell me the truth, I verify that you’re telling me the truth, I take something of value from you to verify you’re telling me the truth, I reiterate how I am going to hunt you down and exercise both Options 1 and 2 if you tell me you’re telling the truth but you are not in fact telling me the truth. And then I let you go.”
Petula stared at her sister and wondered what she could possibly want answers to. There was only one possibility and Petula’s mouth went dry at the thought. “I pick Option 2.”
It’s November, one of my most favorite months of the year! It contains America’s greatest holiday and possibly the only holiday that we can be wholly and completely proud of (just don’t mention Black Friday to me and that whole component) thank you very much. It is still fall and lovely, the trees are still dropping their leaves and maybe there’s a little snow? Maybe? When snow is still charming and not to be dreaded or fear like it is in, say, February or March? And gratitude. So much gratitude. November is the month for it and what a wonderful habit it is, to practice and nurture and recognize and celebrate. Here’s a list of things that I’m grateful for right this second:
– The fuzzy sweater I’m wearing.
– Big, thick socks.
– A fully organized, stocked and ready-to-roll kitchen
– This soup, which I ate for dinner with all the fixins, thanks Deb
– This book, which is next to me and I might just carry it around with me for the rest of my natural-born life
– My brother, who I will get to see later for an hour or two, because he lives here now, which is just… so nice to be able to say
– This calendar because it reminds me that Pie is Coming which is from my upcoming novel (not really) Game of Pies
What are you grateful for?
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