If Dany had a witch power that could drag me back to Iowa City I think she would have used them. Once she realized I was gone she was blowing me up with texts and calls. Ruth and I slipped away while she and Daniel were having a moment.
I don’t hate emotions or think they’re gross. I’m not one of those people. They’re just not my thing. It’s a lot to deal with. Maybe I can get a mysterious stranger gimmick going. Do a good deed and then just disappear mysteriously. For that to catch on I need to get better at good deeds.
I was thinking “well now how are going to get back?” but Ruth had it covered. We walked a couple miles, which can’t have been fun in those heels of hers, to a rec center where she pulled a tarp of a ‘76 Cadillac Castilian Fleetwood Estate Wagon and tossed me the keys.
“Just leave it at Bob and Sid’s Auto Emporium when you get back to Lafayette” she told me.
When I asked her how she knew we were going to be there she said “I didn’t”. When I asked her if she would arrange for me to speak with the Hawkeye State witchkillers she refused. She said she wasn’t going to take the chance that I was out for revenge.
They’re the ones that tried to kill me.
“You’re kind of a bitch aren’t you?” I asked her.
“Yeah” she said and drove away on a motorcycle I never even saw her get on. She was just on it. You ever see a woman in a lady business suit on a motorcycle? It’s cool as fuck.
I did stop and answer Dany around Sikeston. I told her that she was making me uncomfortable by thanking me so much she so instead asked me what she should do with the truck. I told her it was all hers if she wanted it. I don’t think anyone was going to be looking for it.
“That’s like an $80,000 truck” she said.
I told her to Venmo me my half if she manages to sell it.
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