The kid left Freckles on the back seat
again. She saw it
as she got in, but she was not about to stop and go back
inside. Let her cry her eyes out not having him to sleep
with tonight, that's the babysitter's problem, not hers.
And damn it that kid has got to learn her lesson. At
three or four leaving him in the car was one thing, but
she's seven. Seven going on seventeen, if you watch
that kid preen when there are boys around. Then she
walked into The Iron Horse and of course George was
there, practically avoiding her. How you can live with
someone for six months and then pretend they don't
exist is beyond her. So anyway she had a few beers and
two glasses of Scotch this weirdo bought her, then left
early, thinking she'll head for another bar, somewhere
further out of town. That's when the cops pulled her
over.
