Since he’d walked to the beach from the motel, Trudy offered to drive Bruce to the Overlook Motel parking lot, where he had parked his bike. He’d explained that he’d walked the beach needing alone time to think.
He opened the passenger door to the scraping sound of rusted metal hinges. “Are you sure this piece of s**t is safe?” He wrinkled his nose. The odor from inside the Chevette was of perfume and old makeup.
Casting him a withering look, she opened the driver’s door, then slid behind the wheel. “Will you get in, please?” she asked, her tone impatient.
Bruce shrugged and attempted to sit on the stained plaid cloth seat, but his head struck the door frame. He uttered a string of words, some of which she’d never heard before. The car wasn’t designed for guys his size.
“Ow.” Rubbing t
