Fiction Saturday – Continued – Chapter Three
The last thing she thought she would be doing on her cross-country vanishing act would be this–pushing a shopping cart up and down the aisles of a Target store in Indiana. The waitress at the truck stop had scared her enough to listen.
“If you want to survive you need to blend in with your surroundings, not just hide in a hole. That means getting rid of your New York wardrobe. Now.”
Beverly left her a hundred-dollar tip.