My mother just drove 10 minutes out of her way to buy gas somewhere that was 10 cents MORE expensive than the place 1/2 mile from her house. Tell me the real reason she drug me along with her.
RESPONSE:
She slammed the car door, leaning back in the open window to say, "I'm going to run in to the bathroom. Need anything from the store?" Her daughter shook her head and sighed heavily.
She forced herself to walk at a normal pace across the parking lot. No need to show anyone how nervous she was about this. She pulled open the convenience store door, wincing slightly at the electronic beep it made as she walked through. Keep cool. No one is looking at you. No one cares that you are here, or why.
She glanced around, hoping to see a sign to point her in the right direction. Despite what she had told Gretchen, this gas station wasn't the one she usually used, and she didn't know where to find the restroom. She wandered the aisles, pretending to look at the snack foods on display. She'd better locate the bathroom quickly - she had only a few minutes to make the drop and get out of there. She hugged her purse to her side, nervously feeling for the bulge of the package. It would be gone soon, and things in her life would get back to normal. She would stop getting cryptic messages on her phone, stop looking for tails in the mirror every time she left the house. She just had to hold herself together for another few minutes ... and find the women's room in the damn Wawa.
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