Velveteen Vs. The Junior Super Patriots - Plot & Excerpts
The Old Flame VELMA MARTINEZ—OCCASIONAL RELUCTANT SUPERheroine, former child star, bitterest of all bitter twenty-somethings, and prime candidate for serious therapy—stepped out of the Chevron Extra Mile, arms loaded down with road snacks and half a Twinkie still sticking out of her mouth as she tried to figure out how to chew, swallow, and find her car keys all at the same time. It turned out that this was nowhere as easy as it ought to be, and the woman who once led the charge against the evil forces of the Anti-Santa was forced to stop next to her car and dump the contents of her arms on the hood before digging through her pockets. At least that made chewing, and hence swallowing, somewhat easier. And the sugar was doing a lot to make her homicidal urges return to a low, almost placid roar. According to her map of upstate California, she was a little less than sixty miles from the Oregon border and potential financial freedom. The owner of the last motel she’d stopped at had been kind enough to let her have her room for free (something about being afraid she’d slipped into a coma or something), and that meant she still had enough cash in her pockets to pay for gas and eat, providing she wasn’t overly particular about what she was eating.
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