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I watch as the old woman wipes her hand across her nose and mutters something I don’t need to guess, and she makes her way over to me.
She’s still showing nothing but annoyance and a toughness of character I think even my family could learn from right now.
Including me.
“What you want?” she snaps, her eyes level with mine as her fierce, but clear gray eyes survey me, Jasmine, and then the car.
“You in some kinda trouble or somthin’? Followin’ me like that?” the old woman says, smiling a toothless smile before laughing like a lunatic.
Maybe we shoulda kept on driving….
“We were interested in your truck. Is it really for sale?” Jasmine pipes in over my single thought.
Keeping us both on track for what matters most here, no matter how many loose screws the old woman has, she can spot us a mile off.
And we need her truck.
“How much?” she snaps, her eyes moving over our car again until she’s actually got her hand flat on the door.
Like she’s sizing up a prize steer or hog at a county show.
“And what you want forthisone?” she asks, narrowing her eyes to slits as she leans in the open window.
I don’t want to appear weak in front of Jasmine, but this old woman gives me the creeps.
“I was thinking a straight swap. Maybe a few hundred for gas money? We kinda just need to disappear,” I tell her in a low tone, hoping she’ll understand.
“What? Speak up, honey, I ain’t got elephant ears on. I can’t hear a damned word yer sayin’.”
Jasmine laughs until she snorts and produces a wad of cash, pressing it into the old woman’s hands once she’s leaned over me, and seals the deal I can’t seem to make.
Damn, though, that’s a lot.
“We get to keep everything in the truck, and minus our luggage, you get everything in this car.” I caution the old lady, realizing she couldn’t care less as she shrugs.
“Jus’ usin’ it for the farm,” she mutters, sniffing loudly before doing a final inspection of our sedan, making the whole car shake when she starts kicking at the tires.
“I think we’d better go before she changes her mind,” Jasmine smiles, seeming to delight in my expression.
I’m still reeling at the amount she’s handed over for the truck, but I figure Jasmine has more than the value of a truck in mind by the time we’ve hit the road in our new wheels.
“It looks like she could use the money anyway,” Jasmine muses aloud once we’re moving again.
There’s still a ton of money left, and I think about cautioning her on her spending habits.
But after, I decide that my queen can have whatever she wants, even if that means giving it to others.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Jasmine
I can tell Rocco’s a little sore about the deal I made for the truck, but does he know how much money is actually in that suitcase?
I can hardly lift the lid, his massive arms were straining big time when he lifted it.
A little pile for an old lady in need, her truck as a fair exchange?
I think we’ve done some good with it so far.
