I mumble to Vivian’s back side.Vivian and I are walking down some deserted country road and I have no idea if we’re walking toward town or away from it. Thank God for a full moon or I wouldn’t be able to even see the road under my boots. Vivian struggles to balance in her high heels and that leaves me to carry the two bags of money and her giant red bag that has all her essentials for life in it. I feel like some kind of damn packhorse. Sweat rolls down my back forming a little river down my buttcrack.“You told me you were a mechanic,” she answers without turning around.“Not on cars. Especially German cars. Hell, they’re not even supposed to break down in the first place. Mercedes is like the Maytag of cars. And even if I could fix it where am I going to get the parts? Out in the middle of the country? You’re the one who thought we should get off the main roads. Like we’re Bonnie and Clyde or some such shit.”I set a bag down and unstick the back of my shirt from my skin.“Pick it back up,”
