Tuesday, June 12
In Which Suspense is Preserved At All Costs
BM and RCW raced down the highway. RCW, after a coupla hours finally screwed up the courage to ask BM, "Umm do you always drive this fast?" BM looked at her (which made RCW even nervouser, cos shouldn't BM be watching the road considering the speedo showed 120?), grinned and said, "Nope. Not always. Only when I'm driving a stolen car that I mean to ditch ASAP. Or a float on one of those Pride Parades" she added as an afterthought. "Ah-ha-ha", laughed RCW nervously. Surely, BM was kidding. She looked at BM again. Just to make sure. The slightly manic gleam in BM's eyes didn't make her feel any better. "You're kidding, arent you?" "No, course not. But don't worry. We'll ditch this one as soon's we can find an alternative. This one's a little flashy, no? What dya want to ride in next? An Aston Martin?" RCW gulped. "Umm. Can't we just like rent a car or something?" "Hahahaha. Now tell me *you're* kidding.", chortled BM, with what RCW could only think of as inappropriate hilarity. "I have *never* rented a car in my life. Haha. Rent a car, it seems." RCW was seriously worried now. Maybe this hadn't been the greatest idea. "Don't worry, kiddo. We'll be fine. If the cops follow, you just lie low. In your seat, I mean.", BM smiled at her kindly (again looking away from the road!!). "Only in case of stray bullets. But they hardly ever shoot. Just relax, OK? And don't frown, kiddo. You don't want horrid lines on your face now, do you?". RCW seriously considered opening the passenger door and jumping out. But then, considering the pros, BM seemed perfectly nice. And had a strangely reassuring air about her. Maybe it would be a good idea to stick it out for a bit?