Striding to her room, Claire grabbed jeans and a long sleeved shirt before having a quick shower. Once she was dressed, she found a plastic bag and wet some rags, she hoped her mum wouldn’t miss, and put them in the bag. It, along with a packet of biscuits and a bottle of water went into a cloth backpack. She jammed the b****y shirt in too and grabbed an old jacket, a pair of sneakers and a couple of caps before she headed outside to wait for Roy. After slipping the key back under the pot plant, she waited on the footpath, walking to the edge of the road when he pulled up.
“You didn’t have any problems?”
“No.” She handed him a cap, the other one on her head. “If you want to stop somewhere we can swap places and you can get cleaned up.”
“You can drive?”
“I have my Ps. But not having P p
