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“You know…I saw a sign advertising a restaurant just a ways back,” said Bob, starting his bike. “I think it’s just a few miles ahead off the next crossroad.”
“Let’s head over there and get some burgers and beers. We’ll all feel better then.”
I saw Franny pat his shoulder in agreement and without waiting for us to say anything…they took off.
“Well…aren’t they just the two little love birds,” I muttered sarcastically under my breath.
Hank looked at me and I saw the beginnings of a smile…
“Owen?” he asked.
“Well…” I said, lifting my chin up a little defensively.
“I read somewhere that if you’re going to lie…you should make it as believable as possible and Owen is a really believable name…”
Then I rashly continued…with just a trace of pride in my voice. “I’ve used that method before…:
“Oh, I just bet you have.” Hank said as he got back on his bike. The hint of a smile had turned into a full grin. I liked this look a lot better…it was ‘dagger free’.
So off we went…but not before he gave me a couple of motorcycle “PASSENGER RULSES” as in…NEVER fall asleep and NEVER grab the arm of the biker…while you’re in motion.
Well! That all made perfect sense to me…now that I knew.
In a couple of minutes, we turned off the main highway and headed down a smaller country road.
Ahead of us in the distance, I could see Franny…my ‘former best friend’ and Bob.
I was hungry…we hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast and then it had only been coffee and a…
Hang on…wait a minute…brain engaging...
Had Bob said “beers?” He had. He had definitely said “burgers and beers.” I remembered that very distinctly.
Dammit! I wonder what small town jails were like…