to check out what’s in there.”
“There’s a bottle of gin and a bottle of vermouth, also vodka and Jack Daniels.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take that stuff out of there,” Scott said, chuckling. “I know you like gin.”
“How’d you know that?” she asked.
“I could smell it on you the night I bought the coach,” Scott said.
“Oh,” she said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was kind of a turn on.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It suggested a certain
morally causal
attitude,” he said, laughing.
“I’ve heard that line before,” she said, smiling. “A movie or something.”
“Yeah, it was a movie. Here she comes.”
Sue walked over with the soft drinks and straws. “Know what you want to eat?”
“Burger and fries here,” Cindy said.
“Make that two,” Scott said.
“Great,” Sue said. “How do you want them cooked?”
“Rare,” Cindy said.
“Yeah, almost bloody for me,” Scott said.
“Okay, be right up,” Sue said, walking away.
“She doesn’t like to chit chat much, does she?” Cindy asked.
“Nope, she thinks we’re on a date,” Scott said, smiling.
“I guess we kinda are.” Cindy sucked coke through her straw. “So where are we gonna go?”
“Well, I threw out a few places. Any of them interesting to you?”
“I’ve been to Boise before,” Cindy said. “Nice town. Small enough to be relaxing, but large enough to get lost in.”
“Well, then we ought to head there,” Scott said. “It should be far enough away. We really should trade in this coach, though. Sooner or later that RV lot will sell the one that I swapped plates with. That will make for a much better APB.”
“APB?”
“All Points Bulletin,” Scott said, smiling.
“Oh,” Cindy said. “Duh.”
“You beat yourself up a lot, don’t you?” Scott said.
“Oh, I suppose,” she said. “I haven’t had an easy life. It’s been a roller coaster a lot of the time.”
Scott laughed. “And now you’re with me. Oops.”
Cindy got a sheepish grin on her face. They were silent for a while, staring out the window onto the dark RV park. The moon was out, but it wasn’t full. White clouds floated in front of the crescent.
“That’s pretty,” Cindy said.
Sue walked out with two plates and set them down in front of the couple.
“Wow, you don’t scrimp on the fries,” Cindy said, smiling.
“I doubt we’ll get any other customers tonight, so I just divided up what I cooked between you two. Careful, they’re really hot. Just out of the fryer.”
“Thanks,” Scott said, looking at her and smiling. She made eye contact and looked away too quickly before she turned and walked away. He watched her all the way out.
“What, you interested in her now?” Cindy asked.
“Did she seem nervous to you?” Scott asked.
“No, not really,” Cindy said. “Why?”
“She didn’t like making eye contact with me just then,” Scott said.
“A lot of people are like that,” Cindy said.
“You’re probably right,” Scott said. They dug into their burgers.
***
In the kitchen, Sue’s heart was racing. She took one more glance into the dining room. They were eating their burgers and chatting. She hurried into the office and shut the door, sliding the bolt over. Then she looked frantically through a pile of papers from the last couple days of business. There it was. Sheriff Branson’s number. She called. No answer. It went straight to voice mail. She whispered into it.
“Sheriff Branson, this is Sue from Uncle Jaspers. A couple came in. I think it’s the one you’re looking for. Call me back as soon as you can please.”
She waited for about ten minutes, on pins and needles. No call back. She went back to the restaurant. “How you all doing?”
“It’s great,” Cindy said, smiling.
“Yeah, very good,” Scott said.
“I’m glad,” Sue said. “Want me to add this to the bill for your space? You can settle up when you leave.”
“Sure, no problem,” Scott said.
“There’s a bottle of gin and a bottle of vermouth, also vodka and Jack Daniels.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take that stuff out of there,” Scott said, chuckling. “I know you like gin.”
“How’d you know that?” she asked.
“I could smell it on you the night I bought the coach,” Scott said.
“Oh,” she said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was kind of a turn on.”
“Why?” she asked.
“It suggested a certain
morally causal
attitude,” he said, laughing.
“I’ve heard that line before,” she said, smiling. “A movie or something.”
“Yeah, it was a movie. Here she comes.”
Sue walked over with the soft drinks and straws. “Know what you want to eat?”
“Burger and fries here,” Cindy said.
“Make that two,” Scott said.
“Great,” Sue said. “How do you want them cooked?”
“Rare,” Cindy said.
“Yeah, almost bloody for me,” Scott said.
“Okay, be right up,” Sue said, walking away.
“She doesn’t like to chit chat much, does she?” Cindy asked.
“Nope, she thinks we’re on a date,” Scott said, smiling.
“I guess we kinda are.” Cindy sucked coke through her straw. “So where are we gonna go?”
“Well, I threw out a few places. Any of them interesting to you?”
“I’ve been to Boise before,” Cindy said. “Nice town. Small enough to be relaxing, but large enough to get lost in.”
“Well, then we ought to head there,” Scott said. “It should be far enough away. We really should trade in this coach, though. Sooner or later that RV lot will sell the one that I swapped plates with. That will make for a much better APB.”
“APB?”
“All Points Bulletin,” Scott said, smiling.
“Oh,” Cindy said. “Duh.”
“You beat yourself up a lot, don’t you?” Scott said.
“Oh, I suppose,” she said. “I haven’t had an easy life. It’s been a roller coaster a lot of the time.”
Scott laughed. “And now you’re with me. Oops.”
Cindy got a sheepish grin on her face. They were silent for a while, staring out the window onto the dark RV park. The moon was out, but it wasn’t full. White clouds floated in front of the crescent.
“That’s pretty,” Cindy said.
Sue walked out with two plates and set them down in front of the couple.
“Wow, you don’t scrimp on the fries,” Cindy said, smiling.
“I doubt we’ll get any other customers tonight, so I just divided up what I cooked between you two. Careful, they’re really hot. Just out of the fryer.”
“Thanks,” Scott said, looking at her and smiling. She made eye contact and looked away too quickly before she turned and walked away. He watched her all the way out.
“What, you interested in her now?” Cindy asked.
“Did she seem nervous to you?” Scott asked.
“No, not really,” Cindy said. “Why?”
“She didn’t like making eye contact with me just then,” Scott said.
“A lot of people are like that,” Cindy said.
“You’re probably right,” Scott said. They dug into their burgers.
***
In the kitchen, Sue’s heart was racing. She took one more glance into the dining room. They were eating their burgers and chatting. She hurried into the office and shut the door, sliding the bolt over. Then she looked frantically through a pile of papers from the last couple days of business. There it was. Sheriff Branson’s number. She called. No answer. It went straight to voice mail. She whispered into it.
“Sheriff Branson, this is Sue from Uncle Jaspers. A couple came in. I think it’s the one you’re looking for. Call me back as soon as you can please.”
She waited for about ten minutes, on pins and needles. No call back. She went back to the restaurant. “How you all doing?”
“It’s great,” Cindy said, smiling.
“Yeah, very good,” Scott said.
“I’m glad,” Sue said. “Want me to add this to the bill for your space? You can settle up when you leave.”
“Sure, no problem,” Scott said.
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