She winced in the sunlight when I brought her outside. “Bye!” Rinée said. “We’re coming back,” I told her and J.J., who stood gaping on the stoop, as Lea helped me to put Astrid in the passenger seat. “Bye, Ean!” Rinée repeated. Frankly, she seemed happy for us to go. * * * I drove. Astrid was moaning. The motion of the car was bothering her. Every bump we hit made her cry aloud. “Please,” I told her, handing her the squeeze bottle of water that Lea had put in the cup holder. “Take a sip. Please.” She obliged me. Her hand was trembling violently, going for the bottle. I got us on the highway, headed north. “Are you feeling any better?” I asked. She had her head hanging down, resting her elbows on the dash. She vomited again, looking up at me with fear in her eyes. Green bile slick on her chin. “It’s okay,” I said. “It’s going to be okay.” She leaned against the window and I hit eighty. If a cop pulled me over, good. Maybe he’d give us an escort.
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