DELILAH DROVE HER LITTLE car like a bat out of hell through the late afternoon San Antonio traffic as Benny curled up in the back seat. She wove in and out of traffic on the highway like she was in a video game. I gripped the handle as she swerved to avoid a particularly large moving truck.
“Try not to kill me,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
“Not a problem,” she cut back into the lane we were in previously as Benny’s sleeping form slid across the back seat.
Pretty soon, the city fell away to sprawling acres of scrub brush and cacti. It was pretty, even peaceful, as the miles flew past. The vibrant sunset streaked purples and pinks across the sky.
“Where are we going?” I swiveled in my seat, my thighs sticking to the leather as my dress rode up. I pulled down the dress and checked m
