“I picked ‘em this morning, and if you happen to be riding the ditch east in the near future, you might just come up on some more like these,” his smile made Christie warm and fuzzy.
He wouldn’t tell her outright where he got them, but he gave her some clear hints as to where she might find some herself. Christie made a mental note to pick some tomorrow after morning chores so she’d have plenty for Paula and Crank.
After Ralph drove off, Christie felt a pang of despair. Her life, miserable as it was, would change drastically in a very short time and possibly get worse. Past experience made clear that she was incapable of making her future a better place. A gallon of wine would take her mind off her inescapable future. But it wasn’t on her shopping list.
Just after dark, Christie got a call from Greg. “I’m tied up here. I won’t be back to Polecat for a couple of days. I’ll pick Paula and Crank up Tuesday, so don’t worry about that. I’ll try to call tomorrow night and let you know what’s happening. I gotta go.”
Christie started to ask where he was staying but Greg cut her off. Christie was not surprised. She almost felt relieved. Almost. There was always a nagging presence of pending doom. Greg’s call gave her something to be overtly angry about and the doom went away for a while. She started fantasizing about her revenge.