Chapter 3Rachel didn’t want to track mud into Madison’s small shack at the back of the gas station, so she did what she could to wring out her clothing by the door. She took off her shoes and discarded them at the front porch’s welcome matt. She was about to try and wring out her pants when she realized this was all futile. She stepped out of her pants and took off her V-neck shirt. Her bra and underwear were still stained with the mud, but they wouldn’t drip as much. She walked into the shack in her underwear, her hair caked with mud.
She took a moment to marvel at some of the things in the small shack, which was more like a trailer. Madison had a painting station in one corner with many more colors than the key chains needed. There was a standard entertainment unit along one wall, compl
