leave now, right now, as we are. You have a car. We could be in Mexico tomorrow. And believe me I can be very good company.”
She leaned towards me, eyes shining, lips parted, and for a brief instant I wavered. Maybe I was tired.
“Sorry, angel. I hear they have lower windows down there.”
Brakes screeching now, doors slamming, men running to the house.
“So this is how it ends,” she muttered.
“This is how it ends,” I confirmed.
It always does.
THE END
[1] Nobody Lives Forever.
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