I’d never go there.
It’d be like kicking a puppy if I ever raised my voice at her.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could give me a ride to work today.” She skipped over, a smile on her face. “My car won’t start.”
I looked at her car, then at her.
Then spotted Huxley across the road and down several houses.
Huxley, who also worked at The Mercantile with her.
Well, sort of.
His parents owned The Mercantile, and he worked behind it, still attached to the building, in his own butcher shop.
“Hux!”
His head whipped around and he stared at me in surprise. Likely because I’d even acknowledged him at all.
His tattoos flashed as he raised his hand and waved.
That’s when I stepped to the side and he saw Bernice.
His face went completely blank.
“You’re leaving for work, right?” I questioned.
He nodded once.
“Can you give her a ride to work?” I asked. “I have to go to Bozeman, the complete opposite way that y’all are going. And her car won’t start.”
He nodded once.
That was it.
I looked back at Bernice, who was staring at me like I’d just betrayed her.
“There’s your ride,” I said.
She nodded. “Thanks.”
I didn’t reply with a “you’re welcome” because I didn’t do anything.
That, and I tried not to talk.
It hurt.
I had a cold last week and I was still recovering from the sore throat.
That, and the cough wasn’t fucking helping.
Today should be fun as I tried to sit among a lot of people in an enclosed room.
Everyone would be looking.
Fuckin’ awesome.
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