Lauren rode up Mount Horeb in silence, her mother driving and her in the passenger seat, again. It was tiresome, this co-op thing, but she hadn’t had time to get her car before morning shift, and so she’d had to impose on her mom again. It was probably the least of the impositions she’d put on her in the last few years, though, so she didn’t feel too fussed about it. Besides, her head was a little too busy swirling with the tandem craziness of Molly and her carnie boyfriend and what Arch Stan had maybe done this morning. The former was personally important and of special interest, while the latter had been good for making her late for her shift and would possibly bear fruit in delivering a comeuppance to one righteous sonofabitch, smacking him down off his high fucking horse. And, she dared to hope, with all the trampling underfoot that might follow such an occurrence. Lauren was so wrapped up in this fascinating yin/yang of karma—the Molly situation because of the parallels she could draw with her own teenage years, and the Arch Stan one because … well … because karma was a stinging, mean-spirited slut when crossed, apparently—that she barely noticed when her mother nudged the car to the side of the road behind her own, which sat waiting on the overlook, nothing but a thin layer of brown dust to indicate she’d left it there some twenty-four hours before.
What do You think about Crane, R [ Southern Watch 03] Corrupted?
