Vivian’s legs keep getting all tangled up in my legs so she finally wraps them around my waist with her feet crossed in my lap and her purse sandwiched between us. I have the throttle opened up all the way and our top speed is thirty-five. We must look like those Shriner guys in all the Christmas parades who ride the little scooters and cars. All we’re missing are the Grand Poobah hats. Dark finds us before we find Las Vegas. And since the scooter doesn’t have headlights, it looks like we’re doomed to a night on the empty desert. I stop when I just can’t see any more. I push the scooter off the road and over behind a rocky formation so we can’t be seen from the road. At least if Dillon finds the kid driving the hearse and backtracks, she won’t sneak up on us in the middle of the night. Viv and I lay down on the warm sand near the scooter. She pulls off her shoes and sets them aside. Next she takes off her pajama pants and wads them up under her head as a pillow. I do the same.
