“No,” she said.
“I’ll take you anywhere, sister. Hell, I got nowhere to be.”
“No,” she said, louder.
“All right, s**t. I get it.” He held up his hands in an imitation of surrender. “Momma told you don’t go riding in cars with strangers. OK then. But how the hell you figure to get outta here?” He grinned his possum grin. “Come on, Mary Beth. Let’s us just sit and visit for a while, huh? Take a ride. You and me.” He pointed behind a thumb behind him. “Little friendly conversation in my truck.”
“Christ God, Fergus,” she said to herself, looking down at the road between her boots.
“Got a radio in there,” he said. “I got a blanket, too, case we get chilly out here, huh?” He winked. “We get hungry, I got a few taquitos left over from Reba’s. Hey, s**t! I nearly forgot the best part.”
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