She was thinking about Chip from the gas station. He was an older man. Not death bed old, but old enough to be... well older than her dad. He had a walking stick. She didn't see him stand up and walk, but she could imagine him walking with a limp.

She no longer wanted anymore 

Gardetto's

. But the bag was near empty now that it would be a shame not to finish it off. She forced her self to eat a few more bites. Then wrapped the bag up, still some pieces left. Then she wiped her hands using a wet wipe.

People came out of the 

McDonalds

holding bags and drinks. She could taste the 

mcnuggets

in her mouth. She hadn't had them in ages. It wasn't a craving. She could leave now easily. What it was was a curiosity. She was feeling 'why not?'.

Imogen Howe

got out of hte car and walked up to the entrance. A young guy with long hair came out as she approached. Held the door open for her. No bag or drink in his hands. He must've eaten inside.

Inside the air was filled with oil and heat. She already knew what she would order. 10 pieces and a medium fry. Just like she ordered back in high school with 

Jeannie Hammond

.