Survival Strategies Of The Almost Brave - Plot & Excerpts
“That’s all settled. We’re room two-oh-two,” the Lavender Lady said, tossing her purse back through the rack of clothes so it perched on top of Billie’s stomach. She sat on top of me, her wet shorts seeping into mine. I shoved her over, our butts wedged next to each other on the floor. The clothes in plastic swirled around us. It was getting hot. I shoved the purse over into the wet spot, but then I stopped. I wrapped my fingers around the handle. Orson continued to cough. “What got you so up in arms?” asked the Lavender Lady. I heard rustling from the front of the car. “Here’s your water,” she said. “Orson. Water.” I heard gulping, and then the coughing stopped. She turned on the engine and slowly drove through the parking lot. I pulled the purse closer. Billie looked at me, questions in her eyes. My heart bumped. The smell of pee was stronger now—it filled my nose and hair and eyes. I blinked back the burn. The Lavender Lady would notice any second. But still, I could not let go of the purse.
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