Green Sister 16

Janna wished “Sunshine” had been able to make this trip, but it was just too long a distance for that little yellow bug. If she didn’t find a way to put some money into her pretty soon, she wasn’t even going to be able to drive it around town. She glanced at the fancy gauges on the rental, but just couldn’t warm up to it. The sooner she could get this business taken care of and get back home the better she would like it. It was only another couple of hours to Falstaff and she wanted to get there before dark.

A loud thumping came from the left rear. Frowning, Janna reached over to the CD player and turned down the volume of Elvis' "Hound Dog."

“Darn!” she exclaimed. “Just what I need... a flat. What more could go wrong? Maybe this trip to try and see Ann wasn't such a good idea.”

She carefully pulled over to the side of the road and got out, thankful there was a shoulder to pull onto. So much of this trip there’d only been swamp surrounding her. Walking around the car, slapping at mosquitos, she examined each tire. There was nothing wrong with any of them. As she walked past the trunk, a loud thumping caught her attention again.

“What the…?”

She went to the front of the car and popped the trunk. Cautiously, she walked back to the trunk, feeling in her pocket to make sure her pepper spray was in its accustomed place.

“Mark LaRue, what on earth are you doing there?”