She really did have to remember to put fuel in the car before the needle dropped past the E on the gauge. No matter how she felt, or tried, the car just didn't want to work without it. And 3am was a really shitty time to be reminded.
Especially after the night she had had at the Monroe's. "Just a dozen or so," they'd said, "and we'll buy in all the food," they'd said, "so you will have an easy night of it!" they'd said.
They'd lied. Or not lied as much as lost all touch with reality. She wasn't quite sure whether she'd missed the math class that equated 'a dozen' was actually 42, and there must have been something somewhere on her forehead that said 'SUCKER' because they didn't even think that perhaps the food her mother had listed for the dozen 'or so', was just not going to stretch to another 30 people.
She was glad her brother's study could be put aside for this emergency, and he was able to come and get things started while she'd done an emergency run to an all-night market to pick up, at premium prices of course, more supplies. She and Wyn had worked furiously, preparing and plating, serving and stashing away the containers their mother had also brought over to supplement the supply. At least the Monroe's had realised their screwup and had given an extremely large tip, on top of what they would be paying once it had all been calculated - her father's job the next morning.
And now she was walking. She could actually feel the footpath through the soles of her shoes as she trudged along the street, walking to the nearest gas station nearly eight blocks away. She turned the corner and blinked, a frown forming as she slowed a little. Two men talking, one gesticulating toward the building where some tape appeared to snake across the yard to a tree. She didn't have to check her watch to know it was well after 3am, and a glance at the vehicles in the street added to the disjointed scene - they're weren't from this neighbourhood.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she paused at the front of the block, head cocked to one side as she watched the man who appeared to be studying the wall of the garage.
Lost Sleep
Especially after the night she had had at the Monroe's. "Just a dozen or so," they'd said, "and we'll buy in all the food," they'd said, "so you will have an easy night of it!" they'd said.
They'd lied. Or not lied as much as lost all touch with reality. She wasn't quite sure whether she'd missed the math class that equated 'a dozen' was actually 42, and there must have been something somewhere on her forehead that said 'SUCKER' because they didn't even think that perhaps the food her mother had listed for the dozen 'or so', was just not going to stretch to another 30 people.
She was glad her brother's study could be put aside for this emergency, and he was able to come and get things started while she'd done an emergency run to an all-night market to pick up, at premium prices of course, more supplies. She and Wyn had worked furiously, preparing and plating, serving and stashing away the containers their mother had also brought over to supplement the supply. At least the Monroe's had realised their screwup and had given an extremely large tip, on top of what they would be paying once it had all been calculated - her father's job the next morning.
And now she was walking. She could actually feel the footpath through the soles of her shoes as she trudged along the street, walking to the nearest gas station nearly eight blocks away. She turned the corner and blinked, a frown forming as she slowed a little. Two men talking, one gesticulating toward the building where some tape appeared to snake across the yard to a tree. She didn't have to check her watch to know it was well after 3am, and a glance at the vehicles in the street added to the disjointed scene - they're weren't from this neighbourhood.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she paused at the front of the block, head cocked to one side as she watched the man who appeared to be studying the wall of the garage.