To
Imogen Howe
there was something sinister about love. Like if someone says they love her, they would have to show it. Over and over again, even when it was inconvenient.
One of her friends taught her this a long time ago.
She whispered "Ask us to drive us, and if he likes you he will." And he did.
Plenty of people didn't pass these tests of hers, but despite this she found people, and people loved her and showed it.
Usually it was she who broke things off. So Keith leaving enraged her. It consumed her. If she didn't listen to anything she'd get so angry she'd scream. So now there was constant music, noise it didn't matter.
The car's radio blared and the speakers boomed up and down all night, and she fell asleep watching Judge Judy re-runs in the hotel.
She'd find him, and he had to be at the
Seaside Rest
she was sure of it. Or he would come back there. He'd make a mistake, and then she'd find him.
She pressed the pedal harder, and the car speed easily up to 70, 80 and 90 mph.
She was more relaxed than ever. She had a plan that she knew would work.
