Madelyn Thompson laughed at Al’s jokes and shared memories and kept glancing at the roadsigns they passed. “You’re putting in a development up here?”
Al nodded and smiled. His eyes darted from rearview to side mirror to side mirror to Madelyn’s legs to the road ahead. “Yep, one of our biggest. We’ll have to leave the 535, though. Wouldn’t want to take it where we’re going. Haven’t finished putting in the roads yet.”
They continued chatting and Madelyn frowned mre and more. Each turn took them further and further away from main thoroughfares. She saw a MiniWinnie off to the side of the road up ahead with a battered navy blue Ford Baby Bronco behind it. A tow hitch rested on the ground between.
Al pulled in. “Time to switch cars. Sorry for the confusion.”
Madelyn, still in the 535, looked at the Bronco then back at the 535’s plush interior, and held her portfolio and purse closer.
Al popped the 535’s trunk and lifted out a picnic basket and cooler. “Come on, Maddy. The crew”ll be hungry and I brought us something special.” He opened her door. “Well come on. Time’s a’ wastin’.” Al lifted the Bronco’s hatch and put the coolor and picnic basket inside.
Madelyn still sat in the 535. She pulled her cellphone from her purse, looked at the screen, and slapped it a few times.
Al leaned over her open door. “Sorry, Maddy. No reception up here.”
“I’d rather go back to my office, Al. I’m not feeling that good.”
“Oh, come on, Mads. The fresh air, the country environment? It’ll do you good.”
“Please take me back, Al. If you don’t have time to take me back to my office, get me to a gas station or country store or something.”
“Sorry, Maddy. Can’t do that. A dollar or a dollar’s worth, you know.”
“What?”
“Don’t you remember, back in seventh grade, I had a dollar for lunch money? We were in Mr. Hagianis’ class before the bell rang? You and the other adolescent hens were laughing at me?” Al’s voice lost its jovial tone and his smile turned downward. “Openly laughing.”
“No, I – ”
“You stood up, pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, and sashayed over to my desk, all hips and ass and tits waving proudly in the breeze, and asked me for my dollar.”
“Al, I – ”
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