Nighttime. The Gas Station.
My Sugar is bottoming out and I decide to go and buy a piece of Candy.
It’s dark. Cold and Windy Out. I park and get out.
Three guys appear to be up to no good.
The guys are about my age. Rough looking and staring me down as I walk up. They are standing beside the door leading inside.
They don’t speak a word as I walk up and walk inside.
I see some Candy that I loved as a kid: Sweet Tarts. I grab a couple of packs.
I pay my bill and walk outside.
There are now two guys. One is missing.
I notice the Tailgate on my truck is down and I know it used to be up.
“This is a setup, Lynn,” I think to myself.
“Somebody is in the back of my truck.”
I figure they want me to go and look in the back of my truck, so, of course, I don’t do that.
Instead, I open my door, hop inside, and lock the cab.
I throw my truck in reverse and squeal as I leave the parking lot.
I figure if someone is in the back of my truck, they’re gonna get the ride of their life.
I also figure they want me to drive home so they can steal from us.
So, instead, I drive towards the Sheriff’s Office taking all the curves as hard and fast as possible.
I figure I need to call 911 and tell them I’m on my way, but I decide to do something else instead—call Papa.
“Hello.”
“Papa, can you look on the camera and see if my Tailgate was down or up when I left?”
“It was down. The girls wanted to sit outside, and they used your Tailgate.”
I begin laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s wrong?” Papa asks.
“Oh, nothing. I was driving to the Sherriff’s Office, is all. I guess I need to slow down.”
