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Apparently all the guy’s friend could do was leer
"Rare," he continued "And no rabbit food"
"You got it," I said
"You gonna write that down?"
"I think I can remember I have an excellent memory" Ironically, I did When it ca, and Hershel is not going to be happy"
I could only assume his friend was Hershel Either that or he referred to himself in the third person, which would make him even more of a douche But the name embroidered on his oil-stained shirt read MARK
His friend’s shirt had the sa company Truckers were usually the nicest lot, but every barrel had its bad apples Judging from the dark oil stains they shared and the thick odor of diesel wafting off them, they were probably mechanics
I stepped back over to Garrett "What’ll you have, hon?"
He was seething underneath his GQ exterior but graced me with a smile nonetheless "I’ll have the special"
"Good choice"
I took hismy best to show him that I was unaffected by the little truckers that could I couldn’t help but notice the knife he had sheathed at his belt I didn’t knohat he did exactly, but I knew it had so si I wanted was trouble, however No one needed to risk his safety for me No one needed to defend otten my life for a reason What if that reason was bad? What if it was unthinkable? Heinous? Evil?
A wave of nausea washed over me I hurried to the service station and tapped in their orders, but a fa, one I could only describe as a panic attack, had already hitsimilar attacks off and on since Day One It was the sensation of loss, an utter and devastating loss, that brought thes seized That burnedainst it, scraped and clawed against the black veil that keptI had to get to
A feeling of urgency spread like wildfire I had forgotten I had left so behind My most prized possession, only I had no idea what it was
My teeth welded together and h the veil, deter me forward
The roo es of my mind darkened and closed in on me
"You okay, sweetie?"
Startled, I lifted ether,in quick, short bursts I felt the dampness of the attack slicken my skin, and my wet palms slipped off the counter
"Charley!"
Five
"Co me to the storeroom in the back
I didn’t miss the fact that she’d called me Charley She’d done it before Four times, actually It was either a term of endear