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That was fate, they determined, as they were a gift to each other.
Within twenty-four hours she and the duffel bag holding all her worldly possessions were loaded in the truck with him.
They drove fast, spent lavishly, stole when the mood struck, and fucked like a pair of rabid
minks at every opportunity.
By the time Darryl was arrested in Tulsa for trying to pocket an engagement ring for his soul mate, they’d blown through nearly every dollar they had between them.
He got four years – as he’d had the bowie knife on him – and this time in the Oklahoma State Pen.
Ella-Loo waited for him. She took a job at another bar, made extra with bjs – though she wouldn’t, even for good money, allow any other penetration.
She was a one-man woman.
As devoted as a priest at Sunday Mass, she visited Darryl every week, and, in fact, conceived a child on a conjugal visit.
Darryl read more Shakespeare and honed his mechanical skills. He learned more about engines, learned how to build bombs, learned more complex ins and outs of computers and electronics.
He got himself an education he might’ve put to good use on the outside.
She named the baby Darra, after her Darryl, and drove her back to Elk City where Ella-Loo presented the infant to Darra’s grandma.
Though she could hardly stand to be away from Darryl so long, she gave it ten days. Long enough for her mother to fall in love with the baby, and for her stepfather to relax his guard.
Knowing her mother would never allow her stepfather to set the cops on her, she took her great-grandmother’s silver – it would’ve come to her one day anyway – left the baby, and drove back to McAlester for the next visiting day.
Maybe, when they were ready to settle down, she and Darryl would go back for their daughter. But like Darryl said, they were star-crossed lovers, and had to live and love every minute to the full.
A baby didn’t fit in with that.
He got out in three and a half years, due to good behavior, and she was waiting for him wearing a tight white dress and red high heels.
They barely made it to the by-the-month room before the dress was on the floor and the shoes were in the air.
As they both agreed they wanted McAlester in the truck’s rearview, they spent only that night eating, drinking – the sparkling wine Ella-Loo had copped from the bar where she would no longer work or give bjs – and having sex.
She wanted to go east, clear to the Atlantic Ocean. She wanted big city lights and noise and everything that wasn’t Oklahoma.
New York City, she told Darryl, was their destiny, as it was the only town big and bright enough to hold them.
So when Darryl’s truck coughed and wheezed, he used his skill – and parts he stripped off another he found in a parking lot – got it running pretty smooth again. He headed east with the radio blaring and Ella-Loo curled against his side like an appendage.
Even with his skill, the old truck couldn’t handle the miles or the speed, and died like a dog.
And Ella-Loo had her idea.
Darryl managed to baby and jury-rig the truck enough to limp it off the main road while she consulted the in-dash computer. It seemed to her they might have some luck on a little stretch along Highway 12, some ways south of Bentonville.
She dug out that white dress and those red heels, reddened her lips and, bending from the waist, finger-combed her long blond hair.
She was hoping for a man – a lone man – as she had no doubt a man would stop for her. The dress sat snug on her curves, rode high on her thighs, and when she flipped her hair up again, it tumbled like a siren’s.
She laughed, and shooed Darryl back when he tried to grab at her.
“You just wait, baby, you just wait. And stay out of sight now. A man comes along, he’s going to stop to help me out for sure.”
“He’s gonna want to do more than that. Holy Jesus, Ella-Loo, you’re sexy as black lace panties. I got a boner so big it’s killing me just looking at you.”
