AFTER LUNCH WITH MY Mom, I decide that—since I'm already in the next town over—I might as well head to the Walmart here and purchase some of the things on my list. Willow's Creek is actually so small of a town, we don't have a Walmart. If we wanted to buy things from a Walmart or a mall, we'd have to drive an hour and some change until we reached the next town over and proceed from there. As soon as I pull out of the Ruby Tuesday parking lot, seven motorcycles start up and follow me. I wonder if this is as boring for them as it would be for me if I were in their shoes. It's not exactly like I lived this super exciting life where they would constantly be kept on their toes. They were probably bored out of their minds.
Not even ten minutes later, I had pulled into the Walmart parking lot. I
