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I stopped and glared at her. “That’ll do, Bridge.”
She pretended to zip her mouth closed and we kept walking.
I’d researched the truck dealership beforehand and knew exactly which vehicle I wanted. A black Ford F150 crew cab.
“You’re kidding me,” Bridge deadpanned when she saw it.
“I’m not,” I said. “We’re moving to a ranch. In Montana. I’m not kidding.”
I started to fill the bed with our bags as a salesman came barreling toward us.
“How you doing, folks?”
“I’m going to make your life easy,” I told him, settling in the last bag. “This is the truck we want. I’m willing to pay fifteen hundred below asking price and in cash.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “Let me talk to my manager,” he told us before running back toward the main building.
“Stay with the bags?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said, pulling the tailgate down and settling in for the wait.
“I’d take this opportunity to say goodbye to your phone.”
“You’re crapping me.”
“Bridge, you’re a walking blip on Dad’s radar with it. Come on.”
“Fine,” she huffed.
“And don’t contact anyone you know letting them know what’s going on!” I yelled back as I followed the salesman.
“I know, idiot!” she yelled back, making me laugh.
Another fifty-seven minutes later, and I had the keys in my hand. The title I had mailed to Brown and put it in August’s name. I’d told August to expect it.
“We’re done, Bridge,” I said.
She hopped off the tailgate and I began filling the backseats of the cab with our luggage. Bridge lifted the tailgate and hopped into the passenger side. I followed suit and got in the driver’s.
She looked around her, inspecting the interior with her hands. “It’s actually pretty comfortable,” she admitted.
“’Merican made,” I said, exaggerating the drawl a little.
“What now?” she asked.
I grabbed my GPS from my bag and mounted it to the dash.
“That’s not built in?” she said.
I laughed my response.
“We’re done,” I told her, settling into my seat.
“This is it,” she said, an obvious lump in her throat.
I didn’t want to say it but I had to. “Can I have your phone?”
She studied it in her hands and looked sad. I knew she wasn’t unhappy about the phone itself, but the phone represented a lifeline to our mom.
