It was I all could to persuade him. I needed him for this.
When he was finished, I showered, dressed, and we were out the door.
I wanted to plan things out but Jimmy wanted no part in that sort of thing.
"It's not everyday people rob a bank, Jim, do you think we should at least mention a few what-ifs?"
The red around his eyes and dirty flannel shirt made it difficult for me to stare too long but even if I did, he wouldn't have noticed. He was shaking and high. He was like one of those freshly lit bottle rockets we played with as kids; unpredictable. It didn't matter how careful we were, I would always get burned.
"What the fuck you lookin' at?! You want some more?"
"Shut it, Jimmy! I'm just thinkin'..."
These country roads seem to stretch on days like this....all these hilltops and farmland. Fuck. I just keep telling myself that it will all be over soon. It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon. A mantra in my head made better by thoughts of my Angel. He'll be 7 next month and I refuse to break another promise to him.
My Angel. If today goes as planned, I'll have enough money to get my baby and be on my way. I imagine sunshine, laughter, and...
"Hey, Bitch! You ready?" Jimmy said as he was parking on Main.
"Let's Go." I whispered.
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