Chapter One
Two weeks before graduation, my best friend Zelda found an old, piece-of-junk-barely-taken-care-of-pretty-sure-it-was-driven-off-of-a-cliff-at-some-point 1971 Chevy Nova in a steely gray color that matched her eyes. She bought it right there and decided that we needed to take a trip, as a last “hurrah!” before we all left for college the next fall. She brought a map of the United States to school the next day and proceeded to show us her plan for the ultimate road trip in her new car. Unfortunately, Harry already had a summer job lined up, and Eve's parents refused to let her travel the country in a less-than-reliable car. And Laura, well, she had an aversion to death. Frankly, I did too, but Zelda was too excited for me to say no to. So, that is how I came to be at some trashy gas station off of Highway Whatever in the middle of Kansas, three hours after visiting the World's Largest Ball of Yarn and six days after I graduated high school. Zelda got a T-shirt. I got a bottle of aspirin. |
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