Day 49, Chapter 49
I know it’s probably not creative or clever enough to just post a bunch of excerpts from the daily chapters, but sometimes the writing just speaks for itself. Speaks to me. I honestly don’t think I’ve laughed this hard at anything in the previous 48 chapters. But maybe I’m just starting to lose it and this stuff isn’t that funny. Yesterday we left off just as Sarah was pulled over by the cops. Could this and the previous 3 chapters been folded into one? Shut up.
“Yes, sir,” Sarah said, fumbling in the glove box, finding her wallet on top of the maps, hands slippery from nerves, credit cards shooting out of her fingers and onto the floor. Sarah picked up her driver’s license, dove back into the glove box to retrieve the registration card, and handed one after the other to the officer.
So, the scene is of Sarah inside the car’s glove box, wearing her stylish, blue quilted shirt, sweating profusely, with credit cards shooting from her fingers. Nothing suspicious here, officer.
She panics, thinking about how stupid it had been to rob the Morleys, how she’s going to have to get out of the car and put her hands on the hood, how all the other cops that show up are going to laugh at her, how she’s going to crack in the forthcoming interrogation.
The pain in Sarah’s ankle was excruciating, and along with it was a swooping dizziness that turned to nausea. What would happen to her? What would happen to Heidi?
Heidi? Who cares? Do you think Heidi’s going to have anything to do with you when she finds out? God, you’re so stupid, Sarah. Shit, the cop’s back.
“Your left taillight is busted,” he said. “You need to get that fixed right away.”
Sarah apologized, sounding ridiculously guilty to her own ears, saying she hadn’t realized the light was broken, promising she’d go to the auto shop – and then it was over. As the cruiser sailed past her, Sarah opened the car door and vomited into the street.
Funny, I just did the same thing.
“Thank you, God,” she said out loud.