Her parents had bought her a black imported sedan for her
sixteenth birthday. She found it big and cumbersome, but they
said it was safe. She didn’t like that she didn’t get to pick it,
but now, looking at Dani’s car, which was held together with
tape along the bumper and probably a good deal of hoping, she
felt spoiled again. Bratty.
Had she never truly appreciated the things her parents had
done for her?
Emily watched Dani return the cart, then they climbed back
into the car. They both inhaled deeply.
“God, the smell of those chickens is driving me crazy,”
Dani admitted. When Emily turned, Dani had the most devious
look on her face she’d ever seen. “Let’s eat one.”
“What?” Emily gasped. “Here? In the car?”
“Yup.”
“What if we get grease on—?”
“Does my car really look like it couldn’t take a little bit of
grease? Everything’s stained, torn, cracked, or broken clean
off. I promise you it can handle it.”
Emily gave in with a shrug. Water jetted at the back of her
mouth at the mention of that chicken. She didn’t even really
like chicken, but she’d never had one of these store cooked
things before.
Dani jumped out, cracked the hatch, rifled in the bag, and
came back and sat down with a chicken container in her lap.
The dome had holes to keep it from fogging up and that’s
where all the delicious aroma was escaping from. They both
inhaled deeply again.
“God, I could bottle that scent and wear it all day,” Dani
sighed.