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at the counter, she chose a pack of Juicy Fruit and pushed
the items forward.
The clerk tore herself away from a video Daily Double
and rang up the purchase.
gas?”
“$24.52.”
lucy looked up from her wallet. “how much of that is
“Twenty.”
“Shit, i told him just do fifteen. here.” She put a Jefferson
on the filthy counter. “i’ll send him in with the balance, ’cause
this is all i’ve got.”
“Don’t be trying to steal my gas.”
Donaldson was screwing on the gas cap when lucy
walked up. She said, “They still need five bucks. i’m sorry.
it came to more than twenty with the drinks and gum. i’m out
of cash.”
“no aTM?”
“here? lucky they have electricity. i’ll get you next stop.”
She flashed a shy grin, sashaying her fingers through the air.
“cross my heart and hope to die.”
he just stared at her for a moment, then turned and
started toward the store. lucy opened the front passenger
door and traded out Donaldson’s big Gulp for the fresh drink.
She tossed the bucket-size cup into a trashcan between the
pumps and climbed in.
Donaldson was at the counter. lucy glanced into the
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