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It was hot in there. Sticky and unbearable hot, but Laura Moon couldn’t feel it. They had arrived to a crossroads in a rest area, in which they stopped, finally. After so many hours inside of the taxi, steching the legs wouldn’t hurt. Salim- not Salim was lost in his own thoughts. Laura felt bad for him since the leprechaun kept the info about his lover on secret so he gave them a ride; he was a good man with a heart of gold. She blew out the cigarette and decided to sneak around and tell him the truth when she got the chance. At least he could be happy. And with a bit of luck they would find transportation. But to live again she was going to need more than luck…
The engine stopped and they got out of the car. Sweeney grumbled something and pulled off his flask to drink a generous sip. Salim-not-Salim pulled out his little carpet and proceeded to pray. Laura looked at him kneel thinking how easy he made it look, to have faith, to worship a god. He had invited her to pray with him at some point, but she refused with a smile. She did not believe in gods. Now she knew they were real, she had met some of them, but that didn’t made her believe in them. Were the gods supposed to create humans or was it the other way around? That thought stayed in her head for a while during the trip, and Laura suspected, by the way the gods behaved, that the later was more likely.
She saw Salim-not-Salim picking up his carpet and she decided to not hide it for another second:
-Your Jinn is in The House of the Rock. Go with him, be happy.- Salim looked at her confused, but he smiled and nodded thankfully.
-Thank you- he said with a soft voice.
-What the fuck…? - started Sweeney but the man was in the taxi already.
-He didn’t want to tell you- said Laura pointing the leprechaun.
-You are a very unpleasant creature- Salim-not-Salim snapped to Sweeney before starting the car.
-Great, there it goes our only transportation; I hope you are glad, dead wife- Sweeney groaned as he gave a furious drag to his cigarette- Now we need a fucking miracle to get to Kentucky.
-With my luck we will. That’s not the point, I need to be alive again, so you can have your fucking coin and I have my fucking husband- she sighed in boredom.
Mad Sweeney looked at her with a grimace. He made that and he had to unmake it. It was Wednesday’s orders, yes, but it ain’t right.
-Oh, an ice-cream truck- Laura smiled a little- we could steal it.
Sweeney pondered it for a moment and made an approval gesture, but something else catch his eye. There was a group of young people not far, and he could see a boy speaking to a girl, who seemed beyond uncomfortable and rejecting his advances. This was actively ignored by him, as he became insistent. As Sweeney walked closer, a second girl appeared and questioned him for his behavior. He could hear their conversation as he got closer.
-She said it, she is not interested, leave her alone.
-What’s for you in it? - the boy said cockily. The first girl became nervous for moments.
-Get out! - she threatened holding the other girl’s hand.
-Or what?- said the boy with a threatening pose.
She ran out of patience- You will be gone, you won’t talk to her again, you will forget her face as her voice as the very glimpse of her. And you will not EVER speak like that to ANY women, otherwise I will find you and I will rip out your FUCKING balls with my bare hands- her words echoed like a prophecy and that being said, she snapped her fingers and the boy walked out of the scene in a trance. She turned to the girl to make sure she was fine.
-Oh my god, thank you so much- she hugged her, relieved.
-You are welcome dear- she hugged her back.
-What’s your name? Let me buy you a drink, it’s the least I could do- the blonde girl sounded beyond gratefulness after that scene.
-My name is Kate, and there is no need for that, I did what it had to be done. –she shrugged- I appreciate the gesture, but there is no need for that, really. I have to go, but have a nice day!- she waved. The blonde girl waved back and watched her go with a smile. When she turned around and Sweeney saw her face a curse left his lips on his mother tongue.
-What the hell you’re doing? We have an ice-cream truck to steal- Laura interrupted his line of thoughts. Fucking dead wife. She made everything harder.
-Forget about the bloody truck, this is the chance of a lifetime, we could not afford to lose it- he pointed out to a brunette with his head. Laura looked at her and frowned in confusion.
-What do you want now? Are you going to awkwardly try to flirt with that woman? Are you out of your mind? I wouldn’t put my money on you even if you had your coin back!- she mocked. Sweeney puffed and blowed.
-You want to be alive? She can help you- he patted his cigarette on the floor.
Really?- she sounded skeptical- well, lucky me- she smiled as she ran towards her, before Sweeney could stop her she had reached her already.
-Excuse me, my friend tells me that you can help me.
She turned to look at her with confusion on her face and then she evaluated her.
-Hi dead girl, you come up to the right person- she smiled tenderly- Who is your friend if I may ask?- said as she looked through the crowd with her violet-blue eyes. When she spoted Sweeney her eyes opened with recognition.