(iii.)

Joe scowled angrily at the broken down Volvo on the side of the road.

"You ladies need help?" he asked, as politely as he could.
"Morning Joe!" Lorelei cried out, in a saccharinely sweet voice.
"Morning, Lorelei. Who's your friend?"
"Midge," she said, pointing to her friend, who was, at that moment, sitting on the backseat, and screaming viciously at someone on her cellphone.

"Oh."

A silence fell between them. Lorelei leaned back against the car.

"So, Joe, I don't suppose you could--"
"Get your friend, and get in the truck. We're going to the shop. I'll fix your piece-o'-crap car, and then you can leave. Again."
"Who pissed in your Cheerios?"

Joe growled in response. Lorelei knocked on the car window, to get Midge's attention.
"We're leaving," she yelled in.
"Really?"
"Yes."


[Chapter iv]