Flumes Vol. 3: Issue 1 Summer 2018 | Page 91

"You know," she said, "despite what you think, I'm not all that complicated."

Bobby looked at her. She was serious. He almost believed her.

"Like now." She lit the cigarette, and blew the smoke toward him. "I got my appetite back. I'm starving." She smiled again. "Why don't you pick me up something to eat and take me back to the motel. Put me on that bed. Dry me off a bit with one a them big bath towels. Even with the rain, maybe it's not too late to salvage this birthday thing."

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