(xxxviii.)

Midge watched the empty road ahead of her.

An awkward silence prevailed inside the Ice Cream Truck.

"Somebody say something," Frank declared, in an effort to break the silence.
"You just did."
"I think we need some music," he further insisted.

Lorelei reached up, and flipped a switch. Pop Goes the Weasel proceeded to blast from the speakers on the roof of the truck.

The road remained empty.

"Turn that shit off!" Midge screamed, flipping the switch the other way.


Lorelei shrugged. She turned back toward the freezers. "You guys think we'll ever get there?"

"I-- What? Lor, what did you just say?" Midge demanded, dumbfounded.
"I asked if you thought we'd ever get there."
"Yeah, speaking of which, where the fuck are we going?"
"In Silver Spring, there's a building -- it's the World Building -- with this massive fucking antenna on top of it. You can't miss it, really."


Another really long, really awkward silence filled the Ice Cream truck.

Frank turned toward the mirror. "Hey, there's a van following us. We're not the only ones."

Lorelei leaned over him, studying the van in the mirror.

"Stop the truck."
"But--"
"Stop the truck and get out!"

Lorelei threw all of her weight against Midge, trying to pull her out of the truck.


The Ice Cream truck exploded in a massive ball of murderous flame.



[chapter xxxix.]