Part 046

Forty Six

“Stop looking around like that!” Jenny snapped.

“I can’t help it,” Tia replied.  “I want to see where we are before you kill me.  I mean, you’re in a pretty bad way now, eh?  You look like you’re ready to smash someone for very little reason.”

“If that were true, Shaun would be dead.”

“For what?”

“Falling asleep on me,” Jenny growled more than replied.

“What, he didn’t want to when you did?  Is that it?”

“More like he did, and in the middle of it his head dropped and he started drooling all over me as he went limp.”

“You mean in the middle of… oh.”  Tia then added, “I’m surprised you didn’t shoot him then, leave a mark.”

“No, I did that to the two a-holes trying to rob the liquor store afterwards.”

“Wait, you shot two robbers?”

“Smashed them with two bottles of rum.”  Jenny added with a sigh, “And I never got a chance to open even one of them first.”

The car was silent as Jenny continued to drive, the dilapidated houses subtly standing out as outlines against an overcast night sky, accentuating the desertion and decay in the neighborhood.

As the car slowed down, Tia remarked, “That one looks to be occupied, the house with the gates.”

“Yeah?”

“So I gather that if you did kill me here, that the people inside would witness it.”

“I said I wasn’t going to kill you.”

“Actually, you only now confirmed that you’re not going to kill me.”

Jenny hit the brakes hard enough for Tia to lurch forward.  She waited for Tia’s reflexive gag to die before replying.

“Don’t.  Make.  Me.  Change  my mind about that.”

Tia just stared at Jenny.  There was a simmering tension in the background as their eyes locked, threatening to fill the car.

Jenny slowly lifted her hands off the wheel, flexing her fingers.  “See?” she noted.  “No gun, no knife, no rum bottle, nothing.”

“You’re not going to kill me with your bare hands?”

“Just get out of the f’n’ car, already.  Geez!”  She added, “And grab the bags on the back seat behind you.”

Tia slowly complied, keeping an eye on Jenny the whole time.  She took a moment to peek inside one of the bags, then asked, “Groceries?”

“Yeah.  You got them both there?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, a little concern creeping into her voice.

Jenny walked up to the sole standing house and unlocked the heavy iron gating that fenced off the porch.  “C’mon, already,” she called to Tia, motioning her to come along.

By the time Tia was at the edge of the porch, Nana showed up at the door.  “Jenny?” she asked.  “It’s so late.”

She didn’t reply save to hang her head, giving a slight sob as her Nana put her arms around her…

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