Each had the habitual cigarette tucked behind his ear and each carried a motorcycle helmet in the crook of his arm. Anna Mae turned to go back inside; however, Spike, smelling of axle grease and sweat, blocked her way. “Lookin’ fer your boyfriend?” “Tamero’s down the street,” added Pete. “Forget that creep,” said Spike. “Let’s go fer a spin on m’ bike.” “She can’t,” said Pete. “She’s wearin’ a dress.” Spike laughed. “She’ll have to take it off.” Pete shoved Spike away from Anna Mae, saying, “Cut the shit! We’re here to pay our respects.” As the Road Hogs walked into the funeral home, David pointed to Angelo’s white Mazda parked half way down the block. Anna Mae began walking toward the car, but David, spotting a friend from school, headed in the opposite direction. Moments later, Anna Mae stepped from the curb and climbed into the passenger side of the Mazda.
